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Come what may, Maggie May will always be the Dancing Queen. If Phils a cuck I'd give her a send off seeing to. (Sorry? For what? I can't even imagine what others think I would be sorry about, clear slate.)

Note despite hours long trans orgy with groups of other peoples spouses I have never once had an hour of counseling about sexual compulsion or been to one of 'those groups' that are in fact designed for sex offenders. I have never sent a sext. I am not in addiction, I'd rather have a cup of cocco of an evening. Gentleman Jack to do Jake the Peg? On a serious note, I have had 100's hours talking therapy and never once needed to talk about sexual compulsion as I do not have it. I have spoken since a teen about my feelings and the fact that psychiatry was imposed on me 19 years into alcohol recovery tells you not everyone is listening. Sweep it under the carpet and take a pill. Of course if I wasn't in contact with feelings I wouldnt sublimate expression into so much poetry. It takes me being transparent and someone else listening to integrate. No mechanisms have been offered to restore the damage done socialy by initial psychiatric contact. I am a product of the culture. Is it listening? I have trauma symptoms from childhood which mean I sleep more than normal people apart from that I am as an 'acute case' in almost all other ways they same as anyone else. In what way does the labelling help me fit in? I wasn't even labeled the first half of my adult life, I just had to cope with the trauma. My childhood skull xray looked like a crushed ping pong ball. I live with it fairly well. That is not psychiatric nor learning disability. I exam as a first class in BA Media. If I had a middleclass bank balance, health or legal insureance it is unlikely I would have been in hospital a single day and certainly would not be under a psych now. Speakk to a psychiatrist, have a train reck. In the 19 years prior to psychiatry I had at least 4 years weekly counseling from various therapists, none saw anything pathological with my psychology.

She’s that twitchy itchy bitchy
You know where the money goes
Where the wild things go
That blow goes up her nose

She keeps going to the bathroom
She keeps men on their toes
Twitchy itchy bitchy
Keeps powdering her nose

Some can be quite snitchy
My how she wears her clothes
The usual suspects to her crimes
When she’s done up to the nines

Itchy twitchy bitchy
Keeps her glow in a compact
When she fixes her make up
She’s a beaut ain’t that a fact

Bitchy twitch itchy
Sherbet fountains for her glow
Just watch out when that space dust
Brings her down so low

Twitchy itchy bitchy
She’s powdering her nose
If you offer her a new line
She’ll strip off all her clothes

Here

I don’t care what other people say
We have a time that is oh so gay
When other folk try to get in the way
I recall how you make the night turn into day

When bad times seek to bring me down
I dream of you coming round
There’s no better antidote to all my woe
I only yearn for more of you once you go

There can be no better way
To brighten even the darkest day
Hung up on every word you say
I think of you come what may

You know life sometimes can be so sad
And other folk can make me really mad
I think about the times we’ve had
That can make good of all the bad

I like it when you lend an ear
Putting to rest all my fears
I know that you are here
To help me shed the heart felt tears

I don’t care what other people say
We have a time that is oh so gay
When other folks get in the way
I know tomorrow is a better day

I'm so happy, I'm so gay

Nobody else can make me feel this way.

Cupid and psyche

Venus of the golden ass
No greater goddess to worship
With hand maidens to guide psyche
Beyond her lonely path

To sift the seed
Sort out the pulse
In to category
Potential of becoming
At one with lovers side

With grief to staunch
The arrows fated blood
A Golden Fleece
From the mad ram
Grasping at the horn
Soft touch of the healing wool

In despair
The source of the Styx
Where serpent guards it’s mouth
Weary to the task
Till in aid the eagles soar
And raise the tear filled flask
The waters of death yet cannot still the heart

Seek remedy for fading looks
To find in age new beauty
An antidote where suicide
Drags spirit into underworld
The tower warns with its words
Of how a lame man leads the labouring mule
The drowning man that grasps for hope
The weaving crone that darns her lost husbands funereal cloak
All seek to divert from the path
Where the quest is journeyed
The gift now placed within the box
Yet to steal its magic
Descend into eternal dream

A waking kiss
Restores vision
The assembly of the gods
Where wounded sides are healed
To drink ambrosias sweet nectar
And redeem temptation in longing arms
Wedded with the lovers heart
The soul reflected in the meeting
As Cupid joined with Psyche
Love in Eros’ bed to find
The union of heart and mind

Pity?

You curse it as self pity
When I put my feelings first
You hide your heads in the sand
Rather than feel your own grief

All loss leads to sadness
You seek to deny and pray away
My tears not only anguish
There is anger in the pain

You say it’s just emotionalism
To listen to the heart
My greatest assets
To you just sin
Do I fear my own emotions?
Some put the horse behind the cart

You say resentment is a burden
When the fire that burns bright
Motivates toward action
And rings the bell of change
You tell me you are free
All I see is that you're shame faced

If I can’t allow my outrage
I can’t set a boundary
Fear protects from the unsafe
You are afraid of fear itself
If I fail to bathe in sorrows tears
I remain frozen through the years

You label these emotions ‘negative’
Without them I’m not whole
Divided against yourselves
How can you speak as if it’s health?
I cannot feel my joy
If I cannot face the pain
The sun can not come up
Till you clear it of the clouds of rain

Emergent

Haunted by stepping into the beauty
Loosing metaphor in attempts to contain
Knowing only awe in the other
Where imagery falls short to contemplate pure being

Lost in appearances
One step removed within the thought
Reducing separateness
In the coming together

Embracing ambiguity
A spectre in reflection
Breaking down the essence
Of presence in this moment

Suspense of the judgement
To be in the experience
A day in the life
A world that’s full of holes
The unquantifiable
That cannot be contained

Trying to measure
Emptiness incomplete
Becoming into the scene
In the unity to exist

Normative values
Projecting your world view
In this world we are only guests
Partial awareness in multiplicity
Fragmented in attempts to control
The emergent into being

Slavers

The slave ships of empire
Cast iron for the chains
The scars from the lash
Bit into bloody backs

Guineamen human cargo
Where only the rats are free
Reduced to commodity
No thought for dignity

The profit of unpaid labour
Marked for servitude
Death the one release
Cast bodies overboard

The crack of the whip
Cutting flesh of nine tails
No thought for humanity
Forced to serve fat cats

The cry in the night for Liberty
Fists raised in revolt
Throwing off the yoke of empire
Risking death for freedoms hope

No man should have a master
No one forced to submit
The hands that built the empires
Seize the right to remain free
Prisoners in holds
Souls chained to be sold
The bitterest reminder
Of Roots in memory

One crime
To cry freedom
For we shall not be enslaved
The mind forged manacles
With what cuffs now shackled?
What whip to flay the flesh?
Systems that enchain
One fist of liberty

Shadow

Where the shadows fall
Across the face of the moon
Stretching into the long silhouette
Dark siders to explore

The twin globes of the heaving breast
Where fingers touch to lift the heart
Coming together in strokes caress
Where a talking drum beats in the chest

To speak of and in the rhythm
Percussive collision in a kiss
Breaking free of the silence
The whisper of hot breath

Red rouge inviting lips
The probing of moist tongue
Coaxing open the mouths shell
Where teeth part pearly white

The long shadow creases of the sheet
Half revealing shrouded flesh
A velvet touch to the dark
Nights secrets opening entrance

Carrion

Raven wings a velvet dark
Spread nights canopy
The clouded sky that speaks of death
carrion to the feast

The blood soaked tears
Of bruised battle fields
A crimson veil
Torn by a flood

The engulfing gloom
Of dashed hopes
Broken by the storm
The wounds there thunder struck

Reasons grave
The coffins nails
That hammer home one truth
Where all destinations end

The sound of her wings
Announcing doom
The herald of demise
A whispered word on final breath
Death rattle
Shaken bones.

To find comfort in her feathers
Where all else forgot
The fading of the light
That lingering of dusk
Bleeding out the memories
To know release, where all is not.

Get away

They’re the one that got away
Should of seen them back in the day
Preachers make a farce of love
Say the only hope is up above

They want you to get so down
Beg just to be like the rest of their crowd
Judge and jury at the door
To make virgins out of whores

Don’t forget the one who got away
An outsider, that’s what they say
Couldn’t break them with their words
Flocking together just like the birds
They say you never see the light
Why don’t you give up to them your fight?

One way, it’s down on your knees
Like a blind beggar their light to see
A slave to dogmas broken back
Forced to pray for all they make you lack
Puppets joined together by the strings
Loose your mind, they say you’ll win

Do they try to make out you’re weird?
Say they’ll never listen to your tears
They call us the people of the lie
When they refuse to admit all come to die
Domineering to those who cannot hear
Their so called truth, they want you to fear

We’re the ones that got away
Black sheep that turned their hearts away
It’s the ones who won’t be taken
They say will never learn to live
Do you just accept all their abuse?
All they’ll ever tell you is to forgive.
The one that got away
Every dog will have its day.

Goat song

Don’t miss the boat
Go jump the goat
Either way you win
Just calling everything they do a sin

Go make amends
This con never ends
Wolves at the door
It’s not so civil, law

They’re looking fat
Put on the bailiffs hat
Call on the receiver
Make them true believers

Mess them around
Going to strip them down
Make them the right size
Till they’re barely alive

Jumping the goat
Whose looking for a quote ?
Facing the beak
Promised land to seek

Kill them with debt
We’ll make it a bet
Sure to see them
Just who wants to be them?
Till they’ve nothing left
Do you think their books been forgot?
Facing early death
Take all they’ve got

Newtons cradle

Moods ever fluid
As the pendulum swings
The Newton’s cradle
Arc of a curve

The spikes in extreme
A hearts search for momentum
Bearings collide
An elasticity to motion

The click of connection
Spheres transmit touch
Opposites to attraction
The energy of first impact

Conservation emotive
The push and the pull
Repelled then atract
The rock of taught strings

Coming together
Then stretched apart
Like the waves of the pulse
Where passions arise

The Newton’s cradle
The reaction as one
Swinging away
Then drawn to each other
Unified hopes
In an ongoing dance

Look

Every time they look away
I feel as if the ground might open up
My hope is all but swallowed whole
Am I somehow invisible to their eyes?

When I look for a reflection in a smile
Blank faces leave me only with my doubts
Could I trace the descent of the falling tear
With shaking fingers that long to touch their heart

Every time they look away
My spirit sinks
Wondering what evasion hides
Knowing not what goes on behind

Sometimes they speak as if of wrongs
That would slam the sealed up door
But in my own judgment I know no fear
I know the past is a clean slate

Snipers aiming sights at my back
To stab with betrayals steely knives
So difficult to trust collective lies
The gossips web of enmeshed deceit

Sometimes when I see they look away
I want to break down and weep
For the connection that would be lost
In projection of these fears
A solitary reason
To swallow back the tears

Chrysalis

The pupa to the chrysalis
Contained within its dull shell
Suspended from the silk
Potential hanging by a thread

There upon the back burner
The slow stewed broth of the next meal
Is the dinner lady a dullard to keep the simmer slow
Judging books by covers how would you really know?
One day they marked down her essays
Now how many teachers are left standing in the queue?

Some make out they are the brightest sparks
Playing let’s pretend
Making out they’re really it
By saying what is another’s is really theirs
They’ll never truly see
What they could never be

The seasons turn
The larva grows
Some seek to steal from its potential
Trying to tear the dream apart
Leaving it frozen in deaths shroud
For what they don’t thinks allowed

The self that is in becoming
Fresh emergence in each choice
Dressing form in persona
The face we decide to wear

Do I need their permission to be myself
Can you tell what dreams may come?
Fine wine with age comes to ferment
Trees grow new rings each year.
Emergent self from chrysalis
Painted wings that flutter by.

Toy box.

I think therefore I am the box
Never reaching beyond six side
Contained by cardboard faces
A prisoner in an overflowing mind

The matchbox cars
And tonka trucks
Armies of plastic men
A miniature adult world to direct in play

The box full of toy soldiers
The memory of playing tanks
Where the Chieftain spat out its load
A matchstick shell of boys own glory

Cap guns and water pistols
Water balloons full of leaking thoughts
Ready to explode forth
A dream of the wet t shirt

Still thinking in the box
The solitary Cartesian I
Making loose connections
Like the broken conker strings

Vinegar and brown paper
To try to heal the scars
Rays of light from bullet holes
Puncturing cell walls
The old wooden fort and plastic castle
To step out from the drawbridge
Perhaps time to decorate the fallen heroes
With Xmas rapping and sellotape

Passport

Life’s woes like the weight
That drags on the sodden clothes
Of the drowning man
Lost to the undertow

To skip once more like children
Or the skimming stones into the waves
That crash down on fragile hopes
To wash the pebbles smooth

The family album
Passport photographs discarded
Like an aunts kiss in the station
Awaiting the late arrival of the carriages of adult life

Train wrecks going off the rails
An idiot that alights too late
And finding them self lost in mesmers maize
Arrives at the wrong destination

Pursed lips leave red gloss
The grip on the filter tip
Where cigarette machines
Short changed the impatient craving

News stands proclaiming death of innocence
Consumed by the thought that the thinking maybe someone else’s
Striving ever to be original
Yet the travel permit portraits fade
Torn canvasses
Like yesterday’s headlines.

Faceist

Does the face
Speak of race
The classified
And the classifier
Seeking to divide

Labels that engender
Binary in gender
But be sure to show them class
In how you’re sure to pass

He, she, they, we,
Belonging and to be
More than just another
In differences to see

Seeking to be brothers
Some assume in others
Simplicity to label
A historicity

Stories writ in lines
Wrinkles in the eyes
That speak of the survival
Respect that comes with age

Differences define
Yet can alienate
Assumptions stereotypes
Sure could add to the war paint
Classifier and the classified
Perceptions prejudice to hide
Diminishing I and I,
When you say we all are one.

Listen

Do you listen for the heart beat
Is love muffled still
Do you hear the fingers drumming
With a rhythms will?

Do you listen for the tears
Left out in the pouring rain
Do you think down cast eyes
Will stand tall again?

Sometimes you don’t hear me
For all the talk
Grasping with each word to be heard
Cutting sentences short
Anxiously I listen
Fearing the wrong reply

Do you listen for the crying in the night
With a mothers weary hope
And a hug smiles to light
Still struggling in the blankets, how do you cope?

Do you listen with a care
To help face the pain
Do you hear that time is precious
Sit back and listen, it’s you who’ll gain
I guess there’s lots to learn
Now it’s gonna be your turn

Sometimes there’s no answer
But at least I’m heard
Stretching the patience
With every heart torn word
This is what I hear
You may still need some attention
From a sympathetic ear
But someones here to listen as I shed this tear.

Take it off.

Can you take off your life
Like an old hat and coat
Put it in the charity shop
In the hope you can let go?

The smell of the moth balls
Left forever in the closet
Wire hangers with nothing on
Can you pick a new life off an empty rail?

The emperors new clothes
When we strip down to the core
Just what are they selling?
You only get this one life

Left thread bare
Empty pockets
Lenders seek to make there holes
Still unfulfilled to be instantly gratified

The old school uniform
The cap and gravy train stained tie
Everyone had one
Yet recall forever strangely out of fashion
The dressing up box
Did it prepare you for this?

The homeless in old torn gloves
All with recollections of long lost loves
If they took off this life
With what would they be left?
Naked and cold, maybe wish for a rain coat,
No thanks for the memories.

Diver

Super scuba
Flippers on the feet
Making the descent
Frog men are pretty neat

Be sure to check your oxygen
Clean your mask so you can stare
Deep into the abyss
Where all the little fishes swim without a care

Be prepared for decompression
Ambience of the deep
Mind you don’t get the bends
Knocked up off your feet

In the big blue ocean
Explore the coral reef
There among the clown fish
Make sure the sharks don’t give you grief

Surface with the dolphins
Breathing snorkels blow hole
Get down with crustaceans
Sea anemones coloured goal

I want to be a diver
Fit for beachy head
Going down amongst the fishnets
Be sure to take deep breath
All done up in rubber
She’s sure to be quite wet

Orchestrated

Every time I hear the sound of violins
Orchestrated reverberations to the strings
The caress of the archetier
Stretching bows fashioned from horses hair

Every time the angels sing
Voices rising on the wing
The soprano there in harmony
To tenors chests reaching low

Wind section the oboe
Breathing life to melodies
Feeding the heart
With resonant fantasy

Blowing gently on the reed
Vibrating softly to the wood
Amplified within its tone
Chamber music d’amore

Soaring upwards with french horn
The brass punctuating with the score
Peel of trumpets call on high
Echoes somber of last post

Every time I hear the song of violins
I dream of the rhythm stroking her hair
Loosely griped in tremulous finger tips
The swell stirring the strings of the lonesome heart.

Getting the picture

True likeness
Or sham of the camera
Who says the lens never lies?
Ever Sympathetic to the eye

To show another face
Pen another act
In a costume change
What gossip behind the curtain?

The permanence of picture
Frozen form in time
Guilder to the frame
Cropped by the gold leaf

The worth within a smile
However inauthentic
Their mask of lying eyes
A twinkle to the unknown act

Feelings to declare
Forever understated
Hid behind disguise
Subtle turn of phrase
Speaking as an aside
As if to an observer

Never sure of true intent
Behind the concealed thoughts
Falling on deaf ears
Self proclamation in soliloquy
Never wanting to be alone
Living within another’s shadow
Open to interpretation
Enigmatic wiles
Eyes frozen on the face
To get the picture being framed

Cap fits?

Stop telling me what to think
How you’d like to see me drink
To hold up your sacred cow
Anachronisms no longer fit for now

Playing the name game
Do you think my mind travels back
Every time you push the button
When the past to me is a big fat nothing

You’d make guilt of innocence
When there’s nothing to repent
There’s reasons I cast the first stone
Still your like a dog without its bone
You shout out your opinions
Do you think it drives me mad?

Did I ask to be an advocate?
Problems you keep making up
Your phone line open when we talk
It’s time you took a walk

I hear them use names like sociopath
Because they’re afraid of righteous wrath
The cap doesn’t really fit
After all you’re full of it

I’m busy minding my own
Go find another ear on loan
I don’t want to know you one little bit
As you spoke you left me shit.
What’s in it for me to entertain a fool?
You think you’re a spy, not the sharpest tool

Blue

Does loves light azure fade?
Like a twilight evensong unbroke by cloud
The candles awaiting to be snuffed
The stain glass fragments
Of shattered mosaic dreams
Frozen black the lead lined windows framed

Musk that hangs upon the air
The dripping nectar fair
Pimiento cherry red
The fleshes opening bud

Black night like thongs
That grip passions in a sigh
The stirring waters
Steaming heat to ride

Aureole hallowed land
That crowns the head with gold
The furrowed brow
That dreams a thought of bliss

The sound of wings
Weeping doves
That land upon the blood stained wrist
To feed on the unions wine

Olive skin oiled slick
To bury the fevered spear
A wound left only in retraction
Sealed with hopes returning fragile kiss

Piston (excuse the veiled pun!)

Does baby oil make you squirm?
Be sure it’s good and slick
You can keep it in the fridge
To torture with cold drips

Candle wax it’s molten tears
Splashed slowly on the skin
Torquemada had his ways
Time you faced the inquisition

The decent to hell
Has many steps
Come hither take your first
Bitten lips expel a curse

The bell to ring
Pull on the rope
Beware for it may burn
With red abrasions for the tower

Keep it dark
Blindfold obscures
Sure to raise a few goose bumps
Whipped cream of the crop

The master stroke
Smooth as silk
The chill poured baby oil
That keeps moist pistons slick
Like water torture to the blind
Awaiting the next drip.

Nobodies

Do you think
I think of anybody
Night and day
That I ever really think of people
In past or present tense anyway?

Would I think it was my thoughts
If anyone was in them
Who feeds minds to obsession
A loop in repetition?
No one lives in my head rent free
Don’t you think I have pattern recognition?

Do I wonder what’s the motive
When they nock upon my door?
How come it always synchronises
With others looking in?
Puppets on a string
Coordinated in manoeuvres

In the belly of the whale
The pawns positions in the way
Suspicious minds breed only suspicion
Like Kafka to the trial .
False witnesses try to make me fall
Their iterations through the years.
What a surprise when bomb disposal
Sends a robot into my sight.

Do you think I know why
How the CCTV always seems to dance with me
Did I ever notice plants within the crowd
Do I know why it’s allowed?
How I relish the memory
Of when I was truly blind

Privacy to invade
Boundaries torn apart
I guess theirs is the reason
I keep loosing heart
Controls to society
It’s why my only friend is me
They keep on selling out.
50 years of their bullshit
Those creatures recognised
As being of the herd.

RPM

Scratch of the needle
The revolution of the 78
RPM still turning around
To weave melody from entropy in time

The listener in appreciation
His master voice amplified
The disc of shellac
A spiral pitch black

The weight of emotion
Balanced gently in hands
Afraid to drop
Or finger A sides

Get into the groove
Good Vibrations on vinyl
Cover art adorned walls
Lyrics inner sleeves

The curse of digital
No longer the thrill
Of mounting on spindle
On old phonograph

Audiophiles
Worshipping records
The gramophone
Where memory revolves
The dawn of technology
To live only for ritcher sounds

Die Tonight?

Pins and needles
The warm rush of blood
Like a heart attack
What happens if I die tonight?

In making a noise
Did I need to look back?
Was the struggle worth while
Force to the impact?
Did I seize the day
Forever paint it black?

The moments that are lost
The falling sands of time
Slipping through fingers
Sea shells warn down by the tide

Stretching extremity
Like a digits fingernail
The shadow that falls
Puppet signals on walls
The pains from a childhood
Hid behind closed doors

Did I say the things I meant to say
Does it really matter anyway?
Was I true and straight of point
Do my faults still disappoint ?
Did I enjoy life’s offer
Was I really ever that bothered?

Maybe if I die tonight
Someone else will have to write
The rites to right my wrongs
In requiem eulogised
What happens if I die tonight
Who’ll place coins over my eyes?

Aurora

Lost in her eyes
The heart that so gently cries
No reason to ask why
The light that never dies

Stretched out through time
The moments lullaby
Sang to sooth spirits
Through dusks rising dark

The twinkle of starlight
The rays reaching out
Nebulous emotion
Seeking to connect
Diaphanous shroud
The whisper of silk

The rise of the tide
That ebbs and swells
The colours aurora
That dances over cloud
Twilit Fantasma
Myst on the breath

Filaments like fingers
Stroking atmosphere
The fibres of hair
Stretching out over hands
Echo of nostalgia
Pastel pigments to paint

The tear in the eye
Memory of the face
The relaxing of longing
That lingers a while
To reflect recollections
Of looking on with a smile

Unrequited

Unrequited
What never can be
Yet which lives on
As fantasy

Tantalising
The tension of hope
Longing to touch
Just the edge of that passion
Fingers outstretched
To grasp deepened breath

Moisture on leaf
Awakened to morning
The sun coming up
From slumbering dreams
Radiance rising
To fill out the sky

To stroke at the stem
And pluck opening flower
The blossom in bud
Blushing with colour

Consumed by the thinking
Of smearing lip gloss
With the strength of the kiss
They say for ever is lost

To grasp at the curve
Of arching spine
And force apart
The boundary of thigh
Unrequited , still seeking the bed
The flowers of spring that reign on in my head

Parallels

Parallel universe
You just have to believe
The constructed falsehoods
They’ll filter to your tv

Turn on the apocalypse
Sure to be quite a storm
Do you believe half the planet
Is really war torn?
Can’t you see most of its nonsense
Just recycled themes

The spread of disease
Never nocks at your door
They’ll say children go missing
The syndicates are for
Are you in sync
Is it only false news?

Have you ever been spun
By newspaper front pages
You thought you saw on the box
Still out of print throughout the ages
Believe nothing you hear
And only half that you see

Can you tell your own thoughts
Do you know your own mind
Can you start up a flame war
With name filters so blind?
Are you watching archive footage
As if it was now?

Did you stop to wonder
Why you can’t search for old friends
With Facebook sealed in
Is it you round the bend ?
Accept what you’re sold
For the storylines cold
Press regulation both out of and in control
In a parallel universe alienated in role

The misogynist

Hormonally yours
Misogyny calls
Not over certain of
Equal rights for all

Too emotional
In caricature
Such fragile innocence
Yet Always ready for more
Disempowered
Virgins for whores

Shrinking violets
For a wall flower
Calling the virile
To seize masculine power
Live up to their fantasy
Prisons of ivory towers

Surrender to arms
The probing demand
Only one master
Their will to command

Treated like children
No right to decide
The thrust of this logic
Where housewives reside
Boys own stories
Insecurities hide

Little big men
Puffed up with pride
Just little women
In the saddle to ride.
As whelps to be smothered
all still afraid of their mothers

Nick the Greek

If you get caught it’s a bitch
But don’t be a snitch
Who sold you that grass?
It was nick the Greek

Don’t be an arse
No one likes a grass
If they find snow at Christmas
Blame it on nick the Greek

That new watch looks warm?
Just when was I born?
I’ll tell you who sold it
That’s right, it was nick the Greek

They look a bit fat
This is off the bat
When the coppers ask questions
It was nick the Greek

If you’re caught on the hop
By a nosey cop
Give them directions
To nick the Greek

He’s one of the family
I don’t know no crooks
If you’re cooking your books
Blame nick the Greek
We saw him in Hammersmith
Selling fire dogs
Who did they rob?
Just zip your gob
Be sensible with the cops
It was nick the Greek

Random hits
Obfuscation
Pulling of the worm
Never bitting on the hook
Inter zone
Lost in meaning of language

Surfs up
They ride the waves
Beach boys unawares
Of what lurks beneath

Prejudice
To wrong foot
The story not so old
Misleading the extreme
Double agents tasting sweet
For all the sherbet lemons

Pendulum swings
The scythe to cut
The subject on the couch
Misinformation
As detects the crime
The unwary to accident
Pin hole dreams
That seek to queen
Overextended with bed bugs
In a bishops pawn gambit

Savoir-faire. (Simone De B.)

Pen is in hand
Like anal sex
Some say it should be banned
It might be a small prick
But it still demands plenty of attention
Sissy's fuss
About their pains
Could use a truss
To tie their wings
Keep them turning over
Spit roast or charcoal grilled
Freshly caught
In fish nets
Watch out for the crabs
It's all that you might get
somethings smelling like cod roe
As you're diving down below.
The Caviar left
Fillet beluga
Still bereft
Of Values set to bugger
Sautéed with some garlic
Do try a little Gaelic
Escargot, Their 2CV
Too slow To MOT
Now Where's that little dip stick?
We'll check their olives oil
The seat belts looking loose
We're sure to up their gear
Sartre liked his beaver
existence precedes her essence
Montmartre for le cock tale
Be sure to tip the waiter
In his act that he's forgot
To be freed by apricot.

Rhythm

A heart beats rhythm for two
Just thinking of you
Blood fills out the veins
This flow never wains

Avoiding those cliches
Hands reach to become one
Three little words
And it’s just begun

A treasure house of images
To shape with the pen
The memory of eyes
This is now, that was then

Hearts rhythm, a drum
It chased as you run
Frantic as fever
Where finger tips strum

Reaching with longing
Across the void
Just to look on your face
The feeling overjoyed

To step beyond loneliness
Just to connect
Drawing by numbers
The lines to direct
Imagined linked hearts
The rhythm of the dance
The beat of the drum
That this verse begun

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The mask

Ever coy about your looks
Romance not what they teach in books
For some there’s no ambiguity
What they are is what you see

Self deprecating
Humility projecting
The model still a role
As the elephant man their toll
The makeup masks reflections
To cracked looking glass

Clothed in coats of many colour
Well booted and suited
Intolerant of discrepancy
Choosing only perfect fruit
Blossoming in spring
Yet in autumn still fading

Is all you are the way you look
Is your face an open book
Are you accepted warts and all?
Wolf whistles rising call
The tattoo over a birth mark
Artistry in fault line

Is your story writ amongst the stars
Or is there an epilogue in scars
The crow feet leaving wisdoms marks
Imperfections dissonant chords?
Ugly ducklings hideing swans
Diamonds in the rough

The gnarled tree that bends with the winds
Cracked bark the weathered age
Beauty ravaged by the seasons
Yet lingers in the eyes.
Is all you see and all I seem
All that I truly be?

Plastic fantastic

Plastic fantastic
Your nicker elastic
Got caught on my door
Keeps you coming back for more

Wet and wild

Fit to be defiled

A rubber ball gown
Latex fetishes clowns
Down on their knees
Just ready to squeeze

PVC would be tragic
But rubbed up with some magic
The spray look is slick
Wet lips seek to lick

Fantasy in Lycra
Gripping flesh do you like her?
Not just shorts on a biker
Skintwo’s quite the stir

With a budgie to smuggle

Dont go poking a hole

Time to bounce back
Mouth fits a ball gag
There’s none quite as rich
The french maid serves the switch

Runners so leggy

That they could serve a good peggy

Washing the dishes
Rubber gloves for three wishes
She loves to french polish
Skirts rise as she falls
Down on their knees
Bent over to please
Just one but, that’s the plug
As they’re rubbing them up

How to Get Ahead In Advertising

With them it’s always ‘me, me, me.’
A black narcissus just don’t you see
Take a break from the mirror
It takes two to break free.

Who is the fairest of them all?
An ivory tower, behind closed doors
Just who can find a way
To tear down your hallowed walls?

Me, me, me.
Why can’t you see
There’s a world outside
For you to free
Black and white
Crossing divides

Take a rain check
Give yourself a break
There’s more to life
Than take, take, take.
Lace hold ups to thigh
Bible black, the leather spine

With you it’s always about the money
It’s time you listened
Tear down the walls
It’s the only way to set yourself free
Black and white
The two tone line
You wear a cross
But it divides

Black narcissus
A wilting flower
Us and them
No love to give
With you it’s always me, me, me
It’s time to listen,
No more you and me
You’re not one of us
That’s what they sell
A broken mirror
Set your heart free.

Tidy

Home in on the call
The toad of toad hall
Natterjacks throat
Puffed up for a croak

Yellow of spine
Heathland to recline
With a straddling gate
Old horny toads seeking mates

The badger it’s set
Black and white what’s the bet
That brock will beget
A new cub they will get

A fox in a hole
Wild nights for its goal
Chasing vixens brushes in heat
With white socks on his feet

Peregrines on the wing
Where puffin pairs sing
Wildlife in decline
Long shadows the sign
For the rabbits and dormouse
It’s time that we clean house
Keep Britain tidy so it’s out with the plastic
Recycle your own mess cos mother nature’s fantastic

Web crawl

Along came a spider
Going into the web
Strands links to trace
Clicks on their face

The girl in the spiders web
Facial recognitions tattoo
Three tears for the fallen
Cold recognition in eyes
They make out that they’re listening
But the sting is on you

Hidden microphones
Back doors to device
When you answer the call
Their jaws close in, a vice
They’re dealing in stories
Every word has its price

Marked out as other
The fly to entrap
Spinning misrepresentations
Can’t you see it’s all crap
Do you think there’s a moral
To every move that they track

When you were young
You thought they lived up to a code
When they’re slamming the door
You'll see the end of their road
Whispers of spirits
Writing on the wall
Beware of the spider
If you think to web crawl
You see there's no meaning
To their signs, just a fall

Jungle

You can drop the charges
You can look the other way
One thing is for sure
Every dog will have its day

Be sure to watch your karma
The reserves left in the tank
It’s your lucky stars
You know you want to thank

If youre in a thieves den

They will cross you come the end

Life goes round in circles
What goes around comes around
No need to watch your back
When your homewood bound
Be sure theyre looking spotless
When you dry your hands

Be sure to do your homework
Don’t catch a tiger by its tail
Doing unto others
It’s true you cannot fail

Prudent reserves in bank
Beware the things you lack
Lucky stars to thank
That way you’ll watch your back
Lone wolfs aren’t too friendly
With those who step upon their toes

The laws of the jungle
Young blood will try it on
But the old cats survived some rumbles
So be wary who you wrong
Life is like a circle
What goes around comes around
Don’t catch tigers by the tail
All youll end up deathly pale

Alone (Munch)

Like the hoarfrost icy fingers
Reaching cold into the heart
Veins of discontentment
Taking root where hope departs

None wish to face it alone
For the pains too great to contain
Fathoms running deep
No anchor there can reach

To want for
Yet turn about face
From the rising heat
Burning fleshes fevered waste

Like the cracked land
Scars in canyons
Parched lips where deserts waters hide
Thirsting for a smile in the wasteland wide

The fragile breath
That whispers of loves broken dream
Taken by the billowed wind
Drowned out as a scream

Shaken to foundations

Mouth wide, the drawn lips
Cried into the wilderness
Or from an islands lonely beach
Where sea reaches to contain the land
Yet in the surf our voices sink

FAME is a rich mugs game, I do not pay an agent and yet my work is well recognised. Partly due to the million plays I got in the first two years of this site and two national media named appearances. In at least 8 citys if I turn up it takes an hour or two for the social networks to start rumour mongering that paedophiles are about to get killed and for lumps of meat to be thrown from moving cars. This has gone on near 20 years. One left wing city will even house me within 24 hrs. Also I am still remembered for my services to addiction treatment. As someone clean and sober my entire adult life the sugestion i may one day use drugs is rediculous. There's more chance the milkman will start dealing smack.

People even hack my cloud server and emails to try to be the first to defraud any good new matertial... and its not criminal within liberal kingston arts? Got a business loan to defraud?

ZABIVAKA SOLE COPYRIGHT PETER NORMAN STOCK AS ALL LYRICAL MATERIAL ON SITE. No license has been granted to other artists EVER.

'Give it up... we don't like disabled people creating, they won't buy the industry crap. Make them sow sack cloth for their keep'. Just as well I can't afford the chorus line... I also make excedingly good cakes but still can't compete with Mr Kipling. Class War.

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Swan lake

The naked moon
Never oh so pale
Light hanging over lake
Hearts leap within its veil

The shadow on the wall
The mirrors art to frame
Portrait of the passions call
Directed to fair game

Adorned by feathered crown
Innocence lament
Drawn to the slender neck
The fall which to repent

To ponder on the tale
Swimming in moonlight
To bathe within the grace
Of beauty to the sight

The madness of swan song
Calling loves lunatics
To bask in dancing gold
The cement to bedlam’s bricks

Pirouette to disgrace
To faint within the marriage bed
Seduced by dreams of more
Than just one lovers breath
The swan that bows it’s head
Over the drapes of death

Blue

Does loves light azure fade?
Like a twilight evensong unbroke by cloud
The candles awaiting to be snuffed
The stain glass fragments
Of shattered mosaic dreams
Frozen black the lead lined windows framed

Musk that hangs upon the air
The dripping nectar fair
Pimiento cherry red
The fleshes opening bud

Black night like thongs
That grip passions in a sigh
The stirring waters
Steaming heat to ride

Aureole hallowed land
That crowns the head with gold
The furrowed brow
That dreams a thought of bliss

The sound of wings
Weeping doves
That land upon the blood stained wrist
To feed on the unions wine

Olive skin oiled slick
To bury the fevered spear
A wound left only in retraction
Sealed with hopes returning fragile kiss

Their eyes

Can you still remember
The colour of your lost loves eyes
Where pupils dilated in arousal
And from whose corners longings wept?

Were they cool pale blue
Like memory’s of childhood seaside sky
Or emerald green
Fresh cut grass, the crickets crease?

Almond honey in their smile
The tawny owl in hazel brown
Red cried whites
Where reflections are with pastel shades to pale

Do you yearn for a glimpse
Of that lost glance in the restaurants dancing faces
Or on Crowded streets looking to jumpstart the heart
Missing a beat in mistaken recognition?

Windows of the soul
Reflecting like the glass
The fading photo framed
Like the mirrors broken shards
The bottom of the bottle
Where you wallow a brief while

Do you hang yours in shame
Where sorrow wells up
Or wipe a forlorn tear
As what was bleeds out
A river for your grief
From the once held cheek
The trembling lip

That knows no more caress

Possessed

A gambling heart seeks possession
To trap a caged bird for their song
Encircling with a golden cuff
A rings missing link from this chain

Momma was never there quite enough
Hungry for the breast and never whelped
Spitting out the sweetened pacifier
Wooden bars of infants cot to scale

A prison cell fit for two
Constructed out of jealousy
Timid for all loyalties rage
Two halves don’t always make a whole

From wedding carriage to the hearse
To know one love to last the age
Ever fearing for the labour lost
Final kiss that signs abandoned hopes

Children keep together grasping hands
A mortgage builds up the prisons walls
Afraid of risk in liberty
Never singing now of freedoms song

You listen to recalled ballads from your pasts
Your I became a ‘we’
A life long duet for a dream
Your crutch, there is no ‘I’ in team
The petals shed and slowly fade
Wilting in an anniversaries crystal vase
The gifts of the belonging kind
But forever to thine own self a heart to bind.

Last orders

The deck of beer mat cards
Stacked from the bottom, infernal power
Precariously balanced
In a pyramid ivory tower

Valley of kings
Cleopatra to the asses milk
Bathing feminine form to fear
In the mother’s nursing tears

Rapunzel at the balcony
Combing her golden hair
Tempting as saviours boldest knights
To risk her lofty lonely heights

Building her up
So fair and game
Her pillow arts
To dance the 7 veils
Towards her shores the ship sets sail
Beware the Mata Hari her betrayal

Enmeshed in her rope like tales
How the heart transfixed is set to wail
Romeo how could your roses fail?
To write a romance, shed chain mail
Beauty set to release prince from the beast
Made in heaven the marriage feast

A drunkards grim fairy tale of her cut hair and the lost ring
To entertain the next round, last orders bring
Broken warriors in smoke filled rooms
As starved of light as pharaohs tomb
The shroud with memory’s of her train
That flowed from a stained wedding dress this bane
A torn tapestry of so many broken dreams
And why the solitary heart knows of the scream.

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Vox popular

Do you want to be elected?
Spokesperson for vox popular
A servant of the people
Your opinions of the masses

You mould your character
With party line attitude
Quote your favoured heroes
With perfumed platitudes

To be a voice of the working man
Never really making your own stand
Ever mindful of kissing up
The sell out is all you understand

Bet you played the Prefect

Whilst we burned their shitty school.

Sat on the fence
Of your professed philosophy
Barb wire holds you to mirepresenting
The limits of your ideology

To court the ballot box
Ever desperate for their vote
The next affirmation
Of consensus policy
Bowing down your head
The only way to be heard

Have you ever stood alone
Assumed unpopular stance
Did you ever say fuck you
From the soap box where you stand
From the pulpit of vox popular
Your words stollen by the crowd
​Politicians all people pleasers
They deserve who they elect.

The drift

The drowning man
Grasping at the first drift wood
That is washed towards them
By the relentless tide

The solitary heart
Is not the same as the lonely
Who may find themselves
Alone even in the crowd

No solace in anothers arms

Can distract with empty hopes.

The knower and the known
If you never see me
How can projections be the truth?
You cannot read my story in my face
Cannot see into my mind
You misunderstand, this is always about you.

Drift wood on the tide
False hopes for drowning men
Or those gathered in packs
Where all they hold close to is each other’s name
Bolstered reputations
Empty claims to pretend.

Alone within the crowd
False promise screams aloud
Consumed in the wake
Of party pleasure cruisers
Left by all to drown
And grasp blindly for the drift wood on the tide.
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Come Close

The dance of intimacy
Ever mindful of betrayal
A two step takes two to tango
Mirror ball to the spot lights

They say that life’s a solo
When will you take a stand
Fearful of accusations
The gossip goes around

Some live a life of fantasy
Holding to another’s side
And yet in the final act
They loose their crutch, falling flat

Did you write me up
As you wrote me off
In your secret journal
A script for all your schemes
Have you ever been yourself
For all the makeup masks?

The wolf at the door
Inviting vampires in
That suck you dry and spit you out
It’s yourself you need to trust
The ones to you who are closest
Can strike the deepest blows

The boundary within
Protects the heart
To look before you leap
Not all who disguise themselves as friends
Are worthy of the name
Of all the hungry thieving hands I’ve known
It’s me I blame
For I let them in.
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Breeze blocks with porous holes
Like plant pots to new roots
That force their way to find the ground
Beneath the stone and mortar

The struggle for life
That pierced the scars in baked tarmac
That wrestles through grit and grime
A post modern landscapes crimes

The bricks stacked in their walls
Builders straight and true
Forced materials to serve
The architects well plotted plans

Ah, but the new shoots still rise
Breaking free of all constraint
Where water finds a way
To feed the fledgling roots
The concrete forced apart
By the strength in nature’s heart
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Roll on the weekend

Have a nice weekend
This weeks drove me round the bend
Politicians talking bull
When will it ever end

Another Groundhog Day
Things are set that way
Going round in circles
No matter what they say

Have a good weekend
Another week done and dusted
Be sure to raise a glass
Forget the system, it’s just busted

Enjoy yourself
Make sure you get some quality time
Take a bubble bath tonight
Pampering by candlelight

Have a great weekend
Hope you and yours are doing fine
Avoid the queues
Don’t waste time standing there in line

Enjoy yourself
And give yourself a break
Have a wonderful weekend
You’ve earned yourself some freedom
Roll on the weekend till it all starts again
There’s so many reasons I still don’t like Monday’s.

The poet

When you write the poems
That make the poets weep
Then you know the sadness
That their hearts too do keep

When you pen the words
Where words can run so deep
Then you know the depths
Where dreams in slumber sleep

When you compose the verses
That form a part in phrase
Of the lyric tone in splendour
With hope on breath to raise

Be sure who writes the poems
That makes the reader weep
That one must know of heart
That peace will rarely keep

When you string the lines
Like beads the words that rhyme
A necklace you will make
To stand the test of time

When you write the poems
Where only poets sleep
To speak of what hearts dream
And that of which the poets weep
When you write such poems
Then a poet you will be.
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Material world

Pragmatic fantastic
Renegade to monastics
Whose buying their soul?
We all end up in a hole.

Chickens and eggs
Which came to be first?
Does consciousness precede
Material existence?

Can they transplant your mind
If they chop off your head?
The seat of the self
When you’re dead you are dead.

A pragmatic life you’ll see
Seated in materiality
Free from theology
And sky pilots fantasy.

Take care of the pennies
And the pounds will follow
With a bird in hand
From your future don’t borrow

Pragmatic fantastic
We all want deeper pockets
A material world
So don’t go loosing your head
Even those who’ll remember you
Will one day be dead.
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A happy death

A happy death
To leave this mortal coil
How many can really say
That with this life they’re satisfied?

Success that comes and goes
Loves warmth with hopes it grows
But the songs of experience
Knows ardour soon becomes so cold

What meaning to create?
What do we really want
A purse that’s full of coin
And the time free to spend it all

There’s those who sell you answers
Those who’d lead the dance
Those with promised miracles
Fulfilment longed for peace

To happy death
And rest from woe
Troubled hearts release
To find eternal sleep

A happy death
That’s what I want
To turn my back on strife
Bid adieu in final bow
A happy deaths to kill for
For who finds happiness in life?
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Prevent

Prevent, contest, channel,
Still living in extremes
Isolate from cause
Surrounded by the team
The prophets call to arms
Clicking on missing links
Filtered media
Adjusting what they think
Prevent those with the profile
Keep them under Obs
They say this war is terror
Freedoms set to rob
Presenting contradictions
Living rent free in the mind
Actors in reaction
Be sure we watch their kind
There’s facial recognition
They’re sifting through emails
Searching for solutions
Loose cannons to derail
False figure heads to causes
To see which ones will fight
Spinning oppositions
But do you see the light?
Who are the ones to fear
With all these controls just whose the right?

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FLOATING

Warm seas
Like the lovers mouth
Surrender to the waves
Arms embracing every stroke

Looking back upon the land alone
Treading water in the distant depth
Anxious of what hides below
The abyss dark and wide

Reeling in
The last tides catch
Ground bait
Cast in roles
The blind
Misleads the blind

Served up
A silver service meal
Clean shines the plate
Still singing for our supper.
Mental trauma behind masks
Of their resurrections wars.
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Hair (can't afford a ticket as someone puts my royaltys up their nose, hair would apreciate that, on my margins I was able to go to Wiked this month as it was cheaper than Wimbledon. 'Popular', the Apollo offered VIP but I couldn't afford their bottled water..)

Silk satin finish
Freshly showered hair
That shines from conditioner
Floral scent with a flair
Where water drops fly
with a flick into the air
Goose pimples in the steam
Sensation without care
Warm towelling of the skin
Soft embrace to dry
Flushed flesh, relaxed muscles
Letting go of hand rail
Brushing fibres like cobwebs
Whispering as a horses tail
Reaching for the light
Gently stroking cheek where memory's pale
So smooth to the touch
Like alabaster
Freshly waxed legs
A little hint of heaven
To brush the strands with the fingers
Stroke flesh with the thumbs
Massaging the scalp
Till with a sigh the tension comes undone
Trembling with thoughts rare
Of the silk satin touch of hair

Artichoke
Artichoke it's hidden heart
It's bud beneath the bract
Scales stripped with the knife
The fallen thistles leaves
Spiked recollections
Tearing of the flesh
Wound around the past
The unraveling thread of fate
Scabs with dirty plaster
Now cleaning out the scars
Bled out with the memory
Blacked out by the pain
Hands breaking through the ice
Too cold to hold the gun
Sun blushed tomatoes
Who rose with embarrassment ?
Fragile petal, The slide of olive oil
Tossed salad for a beggars bowl
Lost in disassociation
Fragmented in location
The sound of knitting needles
That marked the passing time
Trembling bitten fingers
Scrubbed red with wire wool
Falling through the fiddlers roof
Memory it's own proof
Gauntlet cast upon the ground
The feint , a foils repost.
Artichoke it's shielded bud
The well protected heart
Concealed beneath scale mail
A hidden tenderness.
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LIBERAL FASCIST MIDDLE CLASSES ripping off disabled peoples business? Only in surrey. 'Anything goes' so long as anything goes... including defrauding those on benefits trying to make a crust. Eds fairy Godmothers? Like all things with 'god' in the title, no just the ritch exploiting the poorer to make more money whilst causing more hardship. Love thy neighbour... enjoy your coke habit.

Witch hunt? Witches smile at kids on their way to school. Burn them cry the christians. They are all EGO , Easing God Out.... good job say I, god is beneath contempt (childhood lukemia for starters). Up the ego!

IT IS TOTALLY UNLAWFUL and against PRESS REGULATIONS to report via any medium a victim of sexual assault without their prior written consent. I have 2 crime referance numbers as a victim. I have only twice signed disclosure for media, once with The Sun INTERVIEW and once with the BBC, both one shots.

Vixen
She’s a vixen
Looking foxy in a frock
In the finest lace
Be sure she’s gonna shock
Look out for sparks in eyes
A kiss of long goodbyes
Electric to the touch
She wants to turn you on
Her voltage a bit too much
Set to overload ,
It’s time to hit the road
now just what could go wrong ?
She’s a vixen
Pulling on Foxgloves
The sound of her feral love
A scream to rend the night
Blue sparks to her lies
Electric lullaby
Jump starting the motor
Crocodile clips in the glove box
The battery ever ready
In time you’ll love those shocks
She fingers that gear stick
Satin gloves a static flick
She’s a vixen
Foxy lady on the rocks
Sat atop a raised bar stool
The mistresses heels to dance foxtrot
Slowly Crossing legs and how she’s sure to shock
Electrostatic to her stare
A lightning strikes blue underwear
Days of Thunder to her thighs
As her skirts hems are set to rise
Greasers check her oil
Their blood is set to boil
Lace holdups holster fit to shoot
She’s the kind who electrocutes
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Self evident in natural law
Resistance ever futile
Bow down to the political correction
Adjusted attitudes

The boss is now a buddy
Equal in all but wage
Resources now so human
That none wears rebellions face

Prescription to enlighten
One question, the ‘how to’?
Cyclic in our struggle
To find volition keen
Wounded until the last
At fault for never healed

Consult a specialist
Fulfilment to be found
The art of happiness
Yet shows an empty hand
The futility in shame
But who is set to gain?

Enlightening just pockets
Obey another not yourself
Loosing faith within the focus
Eternal happiness never to be found
The revolutionary motion of emotions
In the spirals of the spotless mind.
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Colour of the wind

When the wind catches your hair
Like the opening of sails
Awakening to a new direction
Will you know how much of me still dreams
Of stroking the strands
In my trembling hands
Blowing colours on the breeze
Like the falling autumn leaves
That wave goodbye
To summers sun drenched sky
Can you hear the whispered hopes
In the torrents gale
Can you hear the mountains crying
For the sky
The embrace of cotton clouds
For the snow topped peaks
And how of your open arms
To me they speak
Blowing with the freedom
Letting go
How I long for
Yet will never know
The touch of your hot breath
Upon my cheek
Brushing softly
Strands of your flowing hair
The wind that whispers
Of the coming tide
The changes
As yet for which to decide
The choices that rise up in greeting
To find a new direction from your side.
Painting perfumed phrases with the words
I wish they’d listen
That all I dream for
Is to be forever free
Searching for your eyes within the crowd
The breath of every woman on the wind.
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Diamond

The diamond gleam in eye
That twinkles like the star filled sky
The rays extending from the pupil
Crisscrossed waters of a joyous tear

The gemstone with its many facets
Hidden sides frozen within time
The faces that we show to others
Stones cut with precision’s lines.

Brilliant as the light caught in your eye
Reflecting beauty with what they see
Rocks refracting rainbows of perfection
Colours held within the spectrums fire

Like the heart warm beating in the chest
Loves calm seas to bless
Popular as if to fashion
A jewel held closely by the breast

Diamond earrings on the mirrors face
Starlight fingers slowly trace
To try to catch each and every moment
In the rhythm and the rhyme

Did I tell you how to me you’re diamond
With the moonlight as if by fingers traced
The fire that dances with the passion
Of reflections hidden by the face.
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HEADSTOGETHER? Kettle calling coffee pot black? Or why it may prove unwise to confront UK government with the fact the mental health act is used to undermine the human rights of victims of child abuse. They will abuse all over again as soon as the courts rights lift. Still a casualty. Civil protections cannot be seen to truly exist when they are not accesable to all. Same old story my leige.

First Draft POETRYBOOK right click to save to PC. On Amazon. 2nd Imprint now available (the one by peter n stock)

I stay sober by standing on one leg in public view for about a minute per day. I find this more effective than 12 step groups. For a mere 1K I will tell a room of dick head addicts how it works and how I am 30 years in recovery. No mystic posture required. Phone Danny Dyer to see if he's got a trust worthy mate to sponsor you, he's in with Charlie ... momment of clarity? Despite 30 years and psychological and care qualifications and experience I have little or no insight into how to treat addiction beyond prescrption of baclofen, which they wont due to patent issues (and the fact a cure would put them all out of business). I do know what dosen't work...

This Prospect for 'sponsership' balked when I asked him to go on his knees before me. Wise up! AL me dinner... Self Will SAFER than faceing mecca! Viva Las Vegas for the Emperor... of course anyone going down on knees can expect a mouthful... take eat... mmm creamy!

If Steve O. was in fact alcoholic he would not require any psychological or moral programme. He would just need to address the problem of craving caused by neurological reaction with alcohol. Either through abstinance, control or neuropharmacology. Nothing else need be wrong with him. (apart from his back tattoo!)

Balls brothers (Me and this oik shared a romantic interest). Thing with Rumours is I was never in The Chain.

Poppin on stockings

A spoonful of sugar
Helps the medicine go down
Handing out umbrellas
What if Mary Poppins was a trans?

We all know robin good fellow
Was maid to measure
For mrs doubtfire
Going clean Laddered his stockings

You saw it in tootsie
How I want to break free
Ladies on top
In time you know that they’ll see

What if Mary Poppins
Was really in drag ?
One day over the rainbow
Satin glove on the hand?

We all like non binary
When rough trade gets a chance
A gentleman’s excuse me
Can a lady take lead to the lord of the dance?

What if Mary Poppins
Was really in drag?
mrs Bracknells still holding on to her handbag
Ugly ducklings all turn into beautiful swans
Is it just a case of ‘ooh I say’?
Who thought a butterfly
Could be the making of me?
A dangerous liaison could mean more you see
In a most delightful way
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Bi waters? Malicious gossip... who believes irony would be lost on a stonewall?

You know you've had a bum trip when you find Kelly Osbournes head down your toilet. TEMPTER (strange parallels with The Book Of Mormon in the West End NB: Frogs are common)

The faces

Shall I paint you a picture?
A look alike masquerade
The dance of faces
Reaction in the crowd

It was a fake portrait
A laughing cavalier
Mere forgery
False impressions from the past

Shame faced or fear griped
Naive to the directors prompt
Deducing pasts mistaken
The characters to the act

Chance impressions in expression
The cracks within the mask
Reading the responses
Cold observer after the fact

The gypsy dancers to crystal ball
Pushing buttons in the mind
Associations to the memory
Defences undermined
Kiss and tells makeup rouge to cheek
Actors and reactors in a costume change

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Debt

Changing landscapes
Left long behind
Resigned to failure
In requiem to success
Another world
Striving beyond needs
On borrowed time
To earn enough for pay back
Mortgaged homes
Built on shifting sands
Elusive stability
The crumbling bricks and mortar
Selling out tomorrow
Living just for today
Lives defined by debt
The bankers deal in credit cards
Still left bluffing on bad hands
On the other side of the tracks
Fated ever by holes in pockets
Penny pinching till the end
Where time is running low
Long shadows from promised targets
Counting blessings against short falls
That proclaim a bitter harvest
Left with so little that remains in trust
For the moral debt of those forever selling out,
Kissing up like whores
Left Greasing palms to open doors.
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Decay

To strive yet unfulfilled
Indulging dreams of fragile substance
Degraded in failure
An end without a means

Meandering a short while
Autumns leaf so soon to fall
Taken by the wind
Yet never knowing seasons change

Spirals take to wing
In repetitions circles
Ripples from the tear
Of knowing all is loss

The mould that marks decay
Eating at the hopes
Consuming all that's sought
To finf the fated melancholy

Struggling without resistance
Limbs weary to the tides
That swallow in their midst
All from which we try to hide

The smouldering fire light
The smoke that stings the eyes
Thoughts hanging on the air
Of the all betraying blight
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Ministry

Mickey Mouse ministries
All seeking to control
Bureaucratic tombs
Snuffing out the light of lives

To be free of the masters yoke
Bonds with which to strain
The crushing weights restriction
Keeping feet firmly on the ground

TV dinner substitutes
Nuclear family dreams
The feathered wanting nest
Buying in to all they advertise

Chance meeting to remind
Of the jailers key
Where doors forever seal
Liberty in cold reality

Memory's of those eyes
Deep pools of which to drink
Obscured by the falling hair
Parting over the kissed brow

When all passions spent
The afterglow beyond desire
To meditate on emptiness
That finds fullness in another's arms

To hold and be held
Assurance in embrace
The nestling in breast
To hide the naked face

When the trembling subsides
The torrent comes to rest
The flames that there are quenched
The warm cheeks blush by fireside

In the fragile silence after union
Where hearts beat in rhythm one
Returning slowly to the self
One other on the mind
Breathed scent upon the lips
That speak of a sensual world
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Romantic manifest? (Ayn Rand)

Fashionistas
Tread the catwalk
The well heeled actress
Cue line from the boards
A romantic manifesto
Aesthetics to conserve
A curse on all that's modern
Just ask but is it art?

To turn face against the random
Blight innovations change
Hold fast to pleasantries
That constrain form to tradition
Just ask yourself one question
But is it really art?
The music of the spheres
In melodic chaos theory?

Who lays claim to what is beauty
Reflected in whose eyes?
Sticking to the script
Fluidity of the improvised
To shine light on the darkness
The curve form from the line
Only straights require a ruler
Limits to define

Technique in question
childlike primitively to scrawl
Breaking free of the restraints
Reminder of when life was art itself
What measure draw for creativity?
The treasures of a complex simplicity

Left with just one question

But is it really art?
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Human

Am I the sum of all experience
Or am I just the things I do
An agent of production
The social roles in which I act?

Am I really a human being
Or defined as a human doing
The measure of all my thoughts
The emotions that I feel?

Am I the actor on this stage
Or a reactor to cue lines?
A script writ by another's hand
Improvisations liberty?
A reflection of a single face
To show unto the audience

Am I the labels others give
An expectation to profiles
A puppet on a string
Forever for others to define?

What are the limits to my choice
The weight of history?
Freedoms to decide
In theses unraveling situations

What am I after all?
What does it really mean
To be human, oh so human
Until the end of days?
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Toys for boys

Barbie and ken
Now and again
Like to have a sleep over
They prefer it with men

Action man
When ever he can
Pulling two guns
It's the way with real men

Barbie and ken
Now and again
Like to have a threesome
Cindy in the den

Eagle eye action man
Really likes to swing
On his death slide
National anthem to sing
Army dreamers
Hand grenade for a ring

Barbie and ken
Where are the single women?
Getting tired of monogamy
Seeking a Unicorn for my little pony

Stereotypes
Are you sure they're alright?
Pansexuality is all the fashion
And those kids are out of sight
Kens looking pretty glam in a skirt
Now Barbies at it all night
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Shit head (or how to give michael the needle, smack my bitch up...)

There's a woman from the south
And she poos into men's mouths
There's nothing quite so sweet for tea
As the shit that she gave me

What could it really be
Is this my favourite fantasy?
Sitting on my mouth
That's our lady from the south

Coprophiliac
Lips kiss the entrance round the back
There's nothing quite so sweet for tea
As the shit that she gives me

My what could it really be
That fulfils my fantasy?
A little touch of shit
That gives me such a hit

She leaves it in my bowl
Like a lump of golden coal
The present that comes out the back
In a little plastic sack
You know her shit can kill
Why do I feel this thrill?

I give her arse a poke
That shit goes up in smoke
There's really no better fantasy
Than the shit she gives to me
I'm a coprophiliac
Cos her arse is fit for smack

Social cancer

Like the cancer
That takes root in every cell
The poison perfumes
From the flowers of hell

Belladonna dilates the eyes
The needles prick
That snuffs out all other lies
And leaves only craved release for the sick

Like a social parasite
Hidden in the network
Where the viral bites
Hacking lives they shirk

The director to the play
Finds comedy in others tragedy
Recording all they say
With a pawns advance their strategy

Chance meeting on the platform
To step onto the train
Crossing tracks in reform
A guiding hand to pain

Poison as the pen
That signs to contract slaves
Dealing shackles to free men
To bring blood roses to their graves
The fevered sighs disease
That plagues the lusts to tease
Painting oiled pictures
In the half lights photography
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I robot

Nested loops
To iteration
Conforming to the same
The chains restricting change
What freedom rearranged?

To tap transmit
Return or enter
Communication hives
Restricted rooms with sealed members
Carriers to handshakes

Rudimentary linguistics
In an algorithm
Bots weave words of language
But never truly hear
What would you like to say?

Emulating friendship
That speaks from random seeds
Trapped within the maze
Described by logic trees
Robots seeking rights

Looking for a sign
Where hangs the neon no exit light
Prise open closed back doors
On information super highways
Lives caught by cameras eyes
Recognising every interconnection
Cards forced to the top
By magicians code in slight of hand
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One step programme

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It's spiritual
A programme of one step
Straight off the roof
They can speak to the angels on the way down

Treating sex offenders
They'll try to make excuses
Forever in denial
They say it's just their sin

Who wants to hug a rapist?
You know they should be public listed
Keep them with the nonces
One is too many, segregate

Hanging round the schoolyards
In the play parks
Arch cripple dicks
To chemically castrate
They'll plead they've done their time
Don't want to hear it from sex crimes

They'll be meeting with their maker
When they're thrown off the roof
A programme of one step
The angels know the truth

Who'd date a sex offender?
Ever mindful that they rape
Just throw them off the roof
The results are pretty great
Give us the list
It's time to show them all a fist.

​Chasing waterfalls

Where waterfalls cascade
Weaving rainbows in their midst
The roar of the flood
Rising clouds of mist

If you collected all our tears
How many would it take to weep
The river of our grief
That falls from the stony face ?

The weathered warn rock
Of the ages spent enslaved
By the memory of the pains
Of childhoods lost to mourn

The foaming fluids flight
Untamed from heights to dive
And reach stretching from the depths
Struggling hopes in the undertow

Recollections of the frozen years

That so slowly melt away

Where glacier forced the banks
And carved out the rivers bed
A leap of faith with open arms
Into refreshing pools

How many tears to count
Ever falling uncontained
Torn from the eyes
Screaming to the sky
The waters burst of childhoods
That rode rough amongst the scree
To come to rest in rippled circles
Where collects our weeping hearts
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Zombie nation

Zombie agents in the brain
Reflex circuits to routine
Only conscious after the event
Behaviour faster than our thoughts

Repetition trained to automation
The cutting edge in mastery
No delay in the response
Actions burned into the mind

Unaware, no need to plan
The zombie army on the march
Discipline to their advance
Motor cortex for a Sargent major

To know downtrodden shame
Always yourself to blame
On declaring freedoms song
In excess still finding wrong

To break free of constructs
Burned into the mind
Subversion to destruct
Restrictions that we find

Meaningless psychology
Religions ideology
All one and the same
Liberty to drain

To drink from lusts cup
And bask within the flames
On fleshes feast to sup
And know no ones to blame
To write the script anew
Authenticity so true
Just to know how it would feel
Freed hearts turned to the real
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Arched in high heel
The tap of the toe
Sharp stiletto
And pointed sole

The curve of the calf
Encased by boot
Straightening leg
The rising foot
Worshipful anxed
Bloods rising pressure
What words to describe
A classical pleasure
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Creature Comfort

Safe and warm
Creature comfort
Feathering of nest
All in all
Bests for the best

To know absence of desire
A soft warm embrace which to retire
Having all needs met
Hardship soon to forget
Yet in this state of grace
Environmental wants already faced
A question rises in the pampered mind
What now in which the meaning find

Safe and warm
These creature comforts
Years in struggle without hope
Scarcity with which to cope
Now faced with glad opening day
Finding yet despair stands in the way

Safe and warm
Creature comforts
What purpose for the sated heart
What dreams come when night departs
New longings bringing pain
Unsure which way lies the gain

Anxious of impending doom
Empowerment cannot come too soon
Where now find the true north?
In what place our faith or worth?
Creature comfort leaves the heart unsure
Unfamiliar territory in encore
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Is there a fairy god mother
To bring you on
A millionaire without self interest
Signed on a dotted line?
Vampires craving blood
Their thirst writ in cold eyes
For all philanthropists
There's an accountant keeping score
Why are so many left so poor
If they're really opening doors?
Bailiffs kicking at the entrance
Just itching for the unwary to downfall
Jekyll's with hungers rabid teeth
To snap at the woundeds ankles
Achilles heels
Just how does it feel
To know love is always on loan?
The penny drops to a silent phone
The disempowered
Make profits for others whilst they're left alone
Do you think they want you on TV
That there's a deal yet to be signed
A golden ticket that explodes
To the ticker tape parade?
You see the haves live in another world
The have nots left on the outside

You know we've seen this all before

From the archives of cracked minds
Could it be that all the heroes are dead
That exploitation rules the day?
Investors shuffling credit cards
So they can hit target percentage
Are those without homes just in your head?
Whilst the rich look the other way

Refugee...

Like a refugee of romance
Fleeing from a hallowed land
Milk and honey soured
By dissidents to their experience
Refugees of romance
Your flight is not your sin
War torn barb wire fences
Makeshift tents in holding camps
Trying to stem the flood
Battered boats upon the tide
Refugees of romance
Your hope is not a sin
Who wants to be a refugee
Displaced and outcast
Divided by dictates of conflict
Or fleeing genocide
Refugees of romance
Your broken hearts are not your sin
The oppressed forced to run
Forgotten of nationality
Risking all, with lives packed upon their backs
Lost Children seeking the embrace of a longed for home
Refugee of romance
Your search is not a sin
A stranger on a foreign shore
Hopes clasped close to wounded hearts
With outstretched shaking hands
Fearing the rejection of the promised land
The Modern exodus
Tears in pleading eyes
I don't want to be a refugee
Displaced by the oppressors fist
Forlorn and hungry for safety
The embrace of a foreign isle
Refugees of romance
Your lack is all our sin
The Anguish of belonging hearts
The refugees of longed for romance

Getting it on with Nietzche this week (with a touch of Camus)
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Suicide

Philosophic suicide
One thought to make it through the night
The waiting sharpened blade
Of final decision made

Consumed by obsessions pain
To look on this life's comic tragedy
Ever fearful of approaching death
Seeking to cut life short with one final breath

To numb craving with belief
Burning reason with its effigy
Protest ever on the lips
For all meaninglessness to berate

Concealing half truths found
To rest only on a cripples crutch
And grasp at floating wood upon the tide
There weather the currents undertow

Suicide ever in back of mind
To turn the back on all life's lies
One last leap into the dark
Falling from grace, nights peace to find

Anger ever at weakness
Wanting for the poison, heart to still
The tremble of the grasping hand
In despair to make a final stand
Romantics turn from suicide
Death in time will come to decide.
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Obey

Easier to obey another
Than command oneself
Broken nights searching for the light
Whispers of darkness fevered dreams

To bow down to the emperors words
Open minds filled like an empty glass
Knowing only of the bottles pull
To drink of forgetfulness
Motivated to fulfil
Following last orders thought to still

The believer basking with the glow
Of the spirit moving them to tears
A rudder moved by an absent hand
The boat moves on in search of promised land

Growth the reward of pain
The tree that weathers every storm
Gnarled and bent by winds of change
In strength of being never rearranged

The dancing stars of fear
Reminding of this life within a tear
Eyes blink with water welling up
To weep for loves once promised cup

The lonely wanderer to new horizon
Shadows grow unto the dusk
Tension ever in the breath
Discomfort ever unto death
A choice to make next weary step
Oneself in forced march of life never to forget
In youth ever striving for next goal
With age reaching not for a new role

Be yourself?

They say become yourself
That is life's truest wealth
Growing and becoming
That which none other can truly be
But stop to think a while
Ponder on this particular style
In time words seem so hollow
From those you once sought to follow
Grasping for support to hold
Once accepted into the fold
But the stories getting old
What guiding hands once foretold
Soldiers of fortune
Without command
Salute one portrait
Fruits of the land
When you stumble, when you fall
Raised up by your own hand
How be other than yourself?
Become something greater than this goal
In your breast your heart forever beats
Ever standing on your own feet
Go into yourself that's what they say
Growing in wealth that is a better way
All service to one crown
On coins to which we finally bow.
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Hope

Of all the virtues life can bring
There is one by far the worse
There's reasons that they left it on its own
At the bottom of Pandora's box

Hope just like an anaesthetic
Troubles which to numb
For without lack you'd never wish
Upon its fallen star

Hope like poison to the heart
Knowing only strife
What dreams may come
To take its cravings from the mind

An empty casket
No gold there
This is the rainbows end
That looses all who search

Hope like empty prayers
Knowing that nothings there
Forced to strive throughout our lives
Its mountain never climbed

Hopes whispered on the lips
To keep the ship afloat
Knowing rocks are sure to come
To dash our fragile chance

Hope like the sunken heart
In davey joneses locker
Abandon hope I say to you
For it has a bitter end

Migraine

The throbbing of awareness
That seizes at the mind
Like a flash of inspiration
That Illuminates the blind
Burning of the flesh
The cutting of the knife
Persistent as the tooth ache
Discomfort, such is life
Awakening to migraine
Rhythmic as the pulsing heart
Weary of its knowledge
Wishing only for it to depart
The cold shiver
Like an electric shock
Spasms a cool blade
Stabbing ease to block
Desiring only choice
To numb the misery
Escaping from distress
Fleeing suffering
The serum to the illness
One malady distress
Freedom from desire
Knowing not this pain
To liberty of thought
Emancipation gain
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Girl with a pearl earring

Girl with a pearl earring
My old Dutch
A golden age
That Hangs in The Hague
The contrasting colour
Finest scarves all the rage
slope of the cheek
And held back hair
The ear to the oyster
Smooth skin so fair
Where secrets are whispered
Into the open shell
Hot breath on the tongue
Gleaming mother of pearl
Like snow drops in spring
Petals reaching for warmth
Or the pendant chandelier
Its tears to be caught
White virgin vellum
Turning over new page
Contrasting with ink
Like tattoo fading with age
Where wine matures
Sealed lips oaken cask
The oyster her secret
As smooth as her pearls
To open her shell
And drink of the flesh

Persuasion

Persuasion
Bringing thought into line
The dialogue
In attachment to realign
Misspelled words
Try to convey
Meaning in phonemes
Anagrams missing piece
Persuasion
Concealing whips
Absent life rafts
From sinking ships
To counsel and to reconcile
With promised integration
Smoke signals in the wilderness
Where the cavalry never comes
Persuasion
Adjusting attitudes
Contradictions from divides
Where does it ever end in philosophic diatribe
Wearing out to lay to waste
An opponents war inside
Dichotomy unified
Pancake days to a flip side
Ever on the back burner
Turn it over, there is no guide
Binary choices, left or right
Time to bulldoze down the maze,
Bridges burning in the mind
To find you are on your own side.
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Betrayal

Betrayal
The poisoner of trust
Betrayal
Like the stain of unfaithful lust
Betrayal
False witness to the trial
Where hands tip the balance
Avoidant of raised sword
No need for defence
When they claim the victims the offence
Betrayal
How they murdered hope
And cremated dreams
The betrayal of commitment
Saying I cannot know my own mind
Who can I really trust?
The knife drawn at defenceless backs
Slow poison to last suppers feast
Where the face turns other cheek
To receive the raised fists blow
It was me that they bashed
Still me that felt the lash
Betrayal
Private investigations
Born of suspicious minds
Still knowing nothing about me
The situations not ideal
And still the tears are real
Betrayal
Broken bonds of friendship
A killing joke taken too far
Did I forget to tell you
How I never drove a car
And as a child they locked me in the boot
Your musings just for the bar
Betrayals
That ran down all my trust
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Cheers ears

What if our thoughts were not our own
All that we believe
What comes to motivate us
Not of ourselves alone
Welcome to the machine
Zero history to conceive
Living in a lie
A slave to implants in the mind
Silence is golden
Puppets unconscious of the feed
Radio gaga
The conscious made to bleed
Personnal filters
Wired to memory's stuck on repeat
Broken records algorithms
Where thoughts are fed to the beat
No man an island
A collective to the web
Enmeshed minds
In synchronicity of cut off heads
They say it's insane
If you try to name it
From birth forced to knees
Trapped maze of Conditioning
They'll say it's just madness
If you claim we're all connected by radios in our heads
Take the blue pill
They say the red is why you're ill
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FE Man isms

'Feminazis' war
Declaring poison pedagogue
Patriarchy to the knees
Perfumed pussies to the riot
A young child's eyes
Wondering what they'll write
A not so empty page
The Margin and dividing lines
Boys will be boys in the ear
His masters voice to fear
Conforming to examples
The mentors guiding hand
Or the old gnarled cane
The rulers straightened back
Fathers dare not shed tears
Real men work but never tire
Dear johns reminding of the day
They grew soft to the memory of her eyes
War of words
Master tape listening in
Gender neutrals shades of grey
High heels stamping out a crushed fag

Screw Tapes edit concersations

Making devils of angels.
What is this thing?
This feminism?
Sugar and spice
And All things nice
Of Puppy dogs tales
Wagging tongues still stab at backs,
The ring torn from the finger
And the tears in weary eyes.
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New age

Follow on
When you've lost all direction
Become a follower
Your freedom to subjection
Who are you following?
Do you have your own mind?
Construct walls with what you're reading
One guiding light to blind
False prophets words on traffic signs
Reading into everything you find
The master speaks, lips taste new wine
Selves with wills now undermined
Just one decision for your kind
Follow me leader
Preached sermons to the undersigned
One truth, new age, a gurus reader
Follow, follow
Thoughts constrain
Yellow brick road
Leads the faithful to restrain
Real profits
In the domination
False prophets
Sell dreams of salvation
Meaning of life on which you're sold
The same old cons, the stories old
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Bad company

An 'addict' alone is in bad company
So the faithful preach
But I really enjoy myself
So that's the company I keep.
Bad company
The joys of solitude
Do they think I'm afraid of myself
That I am lonely when alone?
I am not my worse enemy
So my own company I keep
Don't want to argue with bull shiters
Who claim gods the one to seek
Bad company
Sitting on my own
Do you think I'm feeling lonely
When I'm sat safe at home?
I hear their poison platitudes
To undermine faith in myself
Entertain fools gladly
Who say I'm out on my own
Am I isolating ?
With these pleasures of solitude
If you're alone and in bad company
I guess it's time you changed
But to say that I'm bad company
Seems just a little strange
You see I like my own company
Can't You tell I'm still doing well.
I'm not lonely when alone
The rest can go to hell
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Seeing

What is the best move in chess?
Freedoms choice with which we're always blessed
In memory of the lovers eyes
Longing to turn the back on lies
Chasing happiness like butterfly's
Hands grasp emptiness as we try
Yet if we give up on the search
Meaning lands on fingers perched
An attitude to turn into the light
Passion held clearly in the sight
No longer pointless in our quest
When by our muse we're blessed
Culture seeking to oppress
One vision on the mind impressed
Ever craving for success
Unable to find an answer to the test
A way of seeing in which to create
Breaking out of the bondage of our fate
To see beauty in a tree
Contemplation of what it means to be
The Cup passive in being
Held empty yet we come to see
Fulfilment in receiving
The next line of whispered poetry
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Sentient sentences

Homo sentient
Subjective of thought
Experiencing qualia
Integrated information consciousness
Mechanical substrates
Containing the whole
World without meaning
Here finding our role
The universe conscious of itself
We are the meaning to it all
Creation our true goal
To live and know it without fall
A whole of many parts
Yet no awareness till in sum
Emerging from constraints
Postulates Of physicality
Sentience to the world
Knowing of our own being
A sparks axioms fire
Burning creative consciousness
Senses feeding our desire
To remain aware
Survive the empty void
Stars to the firmament
Reaching with the light
Of communicated thought
Stepping free of restraint
Unified as one listening to it all

Intel.
The pain of a pinprick
Sour taste of lemon fruit
The red colour of blood
The tear in the eye
Long suffering
The warmth of a hug
Moist lips in caress
Hot soup by the fireside
Skip to step feeling fresh
Achievement of goals
Where motives drive
Awareness of self
To know and be known
Calculations mechanics
Logic trees to an outcome
Predicted next step
Random seeds to be sowed
The light in the dark
Whistle on the wind
Incommunicado
Seeking truth in a word
Where consciousness grows
Like the burning forest fire
It takes just one spark
To come into being
The struggle for life
Emergent entity

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Velvet underground

The velveteen rabbit
Like water ship down
Wide eyed imagining
Hopes make no sound
The breath on the lips
That fills out the chest
Like childhood dreams
Wishing on a star
Windmills turning in the mind
Hands outstretched to catch the wind
Ever grasping for some meaning
Where loosed balloons float on free
The velveteen rabbit
Soft toys collecting childhood tears
Watering sown seeds
Buried deep underground
The reaching of shoots
Growing into the real
To run like the wind
To leap to the moon
Gambolling legs
That hop with cotton tail
Wide with their wonder
Gleaming bright button eyes
The velveteen rabbit
Dreamt of hopes in a wish
A child's toy left forgotten
Still straining for life
Growing in freedom
A leap into the light

Daddy dear
A core of hate
Like a knot in the chest
Or the burning tears
Of raised fists in rage
Nothing to surrender
No love to give
Grief that is bitter
With razor torn recollections
Abandoned , suppressed
Moans of the empty grave
The cigarette butt
They put out on my skin
A childhood memory
As they demanded
The tears on bitten lip
For real men do not cry
A little cunt
Their words of endearment
Scorched in the soul
Burned into the mind
Fearing for my life
Those hands dealing out pain
Hard wired rebellion
Fed in revolt , nurtured by spite
Compassion bled eyes
That know no redemption
Thoughts turn to murder
Deaths frenzied grip
No room to forgive
The little child's fist
For the cigarette burn
Raging on ever lives
Their little cunt
All my father taught me was shit
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Hair
Silk satin finish
Freshly showered hair
That shines from conditioner
Floral scent with a flair
Where water drops fly
with a flick into the air
Goose pimples in the steam
Sensation without care
Warm towelling of the skin
Soft embrace to dry
Flushed flesh, relaxed muscles
Letting go of hand rail
Brushing fibres like cobwebs
Whispering as a horses tail
Reaching for the light
Gently stroking cheek where memory's pale
So smooth to the touch
Like alabaster skin
Freshly waxed legs
A little hint of heaven
To brush the strands with the fingers
Stroke flesh with the thumbs
Massaging the scalp
Till with a sigh the tension comes undone
Trembling with thoughts rare
Of the silk satin touch of hair
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Epicurean
This life a bitter gift
Pain and trouble to the mind
Excess ever to it's payback
Love a price that's so unkind
The temperate heart
It's simple pleasure
To find ease from the start
The frugal find for them a hidden treasure
Abundant in spirit
Turn to restraint
Turmoil to shackle
Simplicity free of taint
Moderation
With beauty paints
Death as nothing
Lacking sensation
The material brings
In time an end
I was not, I was,
I am not, I do not care
To be in time
A pleasure rare.
To find truth in sensation
Marred only by preconception
Surrendering to feeling
These joys epicurean.
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Welcome mat
Shallow breaths
In anticipation
Before the gasped inhale
Expansion of the diaphragm
To blow birthday candles out
Hands that cradle gently
The growing child's balloon
Taste of rubber on the lips
The temptation to let go
Or burst it with a pop
Party poppers
Firing champagne cork
Bubbles up the nose
Where excitement flushes cheeks
With head rush of blood
Confetti in the hair
Streamers take to air
Like cherry blossoms subtle scent
Cotton candy melts on tongue
Sentimental for the celebrations past
Drying shoes with the first wipe
On a new door mat
Welcome home for the first time
Feet stepping over entrance
One giant moment in the stride
Soon to be lost in familiarity
To turn the back on all that's lost
Still with memory's to unpack
With a tear for what departs
Freshly wept into the new
Wondering just what else was forgot
As you cant find that box of tissues
To wipe at moistened cheeks.
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Longer than life (much of my romantic poetry is relational to a human being expressed as nonbinary)
A love lasting longer than life
Heart pained by its prospect
To know no other in longing
Held forever with respect
Like the fading of the ink
On love letters in a drawer
Or the passions left sublimated
In poetry ever seeking more
Cobwebs in the attic
Half forgotten in the chest
Tokens whispered friendship
Frail touch where longings rest
To reach beyond deaths door
The memory's to awake
With softly wept warm tears
For one they'll not forsake
A song as old as the passing age
Where crowfeet mark the tide
That washes the fevered brow
Craving once more their side
Can you recall the fire in the eyes
The rising passions flames
The emptiness in the absence
Jealous secrets left untamed
A love to last longer than life itself
For this I would trade all else, to find its abundant wealth.

Self Esteem
Self worth
Self esteem
Didn't matter if they picked you for their team
Self regard
Integrity
Once you win in heart
No one else can make its value to depart
If you loose in anothers games
When the bigots call you names
One thing provides a shield
Self Respect like a sword to wield
Are you only worthy to another's eyes?
Do you act a role to others lies?
People pleasing till the end of days
An empty whole relies on approval others say
Self worth the pauper with a crown
Self esteem none can turn your head around
Self regard in your own integrity
The other rated know only a self undeserving, to their pity
Where is this hole they fill with a soul?
What meaning find in others definitions ?
Reach beyond the critics hollow words
Self esteem, once arrived at, none can steal the whole
Fame and fortune, all possessions
As nothing to the value in self worth
The heart a golden wealth
When it finally comes to love itself
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Boatmans coin
Every issue has a flip side
To the devil their advocate
Fixed in dichotomy
The fundamental their cry
Black and white thinking
Lived in extremes
Binary fed contradiction
Playing themselves at one handed chess
The hope of the holy
Committed to faith
Evidently false
Still they offer up prayers
Collected in groups
To bolster their strength
They'll claim there is reason
To tautological debates
The shepherds crook
To fish for lost necks
And force to the knees
Do you want to be fleeced?
Reconciled exiles
Or the fragile of heart?
Conciliatory feelings
Bringing conflict to end
Joining the hands in shared humanity
To step beyond reasons
See the other side of the coin
Begging your neighbour to cease their divide.

Permission?
Do I need to seek your permission ?
Do you have to approve?
You say Forever unworthy
In what way do I need to improve?
Improvisation
Thinking outside the box
You try to restrain me
But I break free of your locks
You'd try to ban me
I don't seek your applause
Secure in your judgement
You portray a lost cause
With put downs to bind me
Do you think that I care
Do I Hang on every word
Mockers sarcasm to bare
Do I need your permission
Just to be who I am?
Don't want your approval
You say I can't , when I can
Your portrayal defective
All you know is my name
Forever undermining
Yours is a blame game
I don't seek your permission
Whilst you cheat with your shame
You seek to exclude me
You're like kids calling names
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Curvature
In the silence of the guarded room
Memory's pointed as the tomb
Burning in the breast
A new thought on them impressed
Light shining in the dark
Inspirations spark
Curves of feminine wiles
All other threads beguiled
Piercing through dark veil
Where shadows start to pale
The image held so strong
Could passions be so wrong
Struggling to compose
The fires that there arose
Fearless symmetry of heels
That set the mind to reel
Wiping clean the recollection
Free of their malediction
Heart rises on spread wings
New songs of which to sing
Breathing in the scent
Know no sin which to repent
The shadows guarded room
Where pollen starts to bloom
The creak of leather stretched
Those cheeks I can't forget
Arising from the tomb
Freed from the darkest gloom
To conduct an overture
Rhythmic to that curvature

​Air raid shelter?
The quest for fire
In search of meaning
Still knowing that none is there
Words construct an edifice
Words perfumed by poetics
The unwary to seduce
Walls of rationality
Topped with a tin pan roof
A shelter from the storm
Or the air raids falling bombs
Behaviours entrenched
The blitzkrieg to survive
And so the weary pen
Strings pearls with effected rhyme
Starting once again
To cast jewels before the swine
Is it really just seeking attention?
So little of which it hardly matters
Assertion of the self
In creation to be known?
Ever seeking audience
That one can find their two.
Words to make sense
Constrained by sentences
The familiar in verse form
Grasping like hopes forlorn
With ease the floral phrased
A punchline with a parting flair
Trying to make some meaning
Out of a leaking roof.

​Choir boys
To raise voices in the rapture
The tongue the flesh to cleave
Moistened thirsting lips
Their passion never leaves
Sinking to the knees
Forever penitent
The lusts they seek to snuff
Burn on in candle flames
This solo for a chorister
Organs pipes rising
Deep breath within the chest
Vibrations in the throat
The bleeding side it's burst heart
Skewered on the spear
Where nails sink into the flesh
Scratched blood from rent skin
The chaplain pours libations
With communion wine
Where in hymn wings rise
To the angels unsheathed swords
To bow the head in shame
Present neck to the teeth
Drunk on the blood of lambs
Lost to sin in flood
Feasting upon the flesh
Torn veil of one body
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Wilderness
Distance grows between
Clocks hands turning cross the face
Shadows lengthening
As the sun goes down
Lost moments held in time
Film reel celluloid its dreams
Cracks showing to the eye
Edges melting into tear
Hearts yo yo, up and down
Moods swing barely with a sound
Chest rising just to fall
No reason to it all
How long's a piece of string?
Eyes never more to meet
The hooks that sunk in side
Pain in removal hide
A distance comes between
As I look down the mountain trail
Forced march into the wilderness
Too late to retrace steps
Looking out for new horizons
The cold shoulder of the steppes
Clouds their heavy grey
Hands untouched to rue the day
Turning face away
To hide the trail of tears melting with all I try to say.

Cunning linguistics
Cunning linguist
Weaving words
With subtle turn of tongue
Moulding phrases with the lips
Recital just begun
Where fingers stroke at the clay
Reading form upon the wheel
To model flesh with deft touch
A secret artistry to feel
For massage aching from the tips
To kneed dough for the bake
Muscles knotted come undone
Skins goose bumps cannot fake.
Brush of fine sable
Strokes the curve
Gentle mastery
In each turn
To paint a picture with the mind
What imagery to find?
Restraint bound with the passion
Imagination climbs
Reaching for new peaks
A foothold in each rhyme
Cunning linguist
Roll of tongue
Intense on trembling lips
Knowing only thirst
So subtlety raise the cup
Where eyes already drunk.

The daisy
A thousand twinkling little stars
Poking free of the firmament of grass
Childhoods calling to their knees
To roll across their heads
Stain knees with their green beds
String chains of white petals
With jewels of yellow hearts
Perhaps to attract the bees
That dance across the scene
In flight upon the breeze
The heat haze of summer lawns
A labyrinth they weave
With joy in the lost smiles
Striving to recall
The innocence on the face
The daisy a floral crown
For the fairest folk
Where fairy make a shade
From the petaled sky's
The daisies hearts of sunburst
Poking through grass clouds
Ever held in childhood memory
Strung as jewels about the neck.

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​Nostalgic institution
I won't turn away from this nostalgic institution
Everything looking better in reflections
Sentimental as the fading recollections
This nostalgic institution
So the mirror may have cracked
More makeup to the mask
Off the record
In nostalgias institution
Fake a smile for the camera
Put on airs for the tape
In mind of radio days
The newest opening play
I want to join in this nostalgic institution
Curtain call, its time to go on
Packing memory's in the suitcase
Time to sweep out the loft
In a nostalgic institution
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Answering the call
Black mirror through the night
Time to turn on the spotlight
It's a nostalgic institution
No time to look back
All those memories left to pack
And the show must go on
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Saturnalia
Saturns rings to their dark sky
To long for, yet light dies
Beckoning arms of tomb
Melancholic gloom
To trace words in the dust
The embers of a faded lust
Burned down to the ashes
The shell broke of hope that crashes
Clouded sky like billowed smoke
Regretting words left unspoke
Now heavy with the tears
Of rain from loss of year
Hades at the feet
The doors of hell there greet
Fingers reaching for dark glass
Yet knowing this too shall pass
Self penned dramas fantasy
Turns back to empty reality
No meaning find at all
As heart returned now falls
Learning from the words
That bleed with blotted ink
The blighted hopes like blood
To stem another flood
And face the world alone
The curse of those that find no other home
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Anxiety
Anxiety like the stomachs butterfly
Churned in flight to flutter by
Decisions stirring on the wing
New vistas which to bring
The wall flower hugging to the side
Afraid to step onto the waltzer ride
Trembling heart forever faint
Afraid of futures yet to paint
Anxious minds fear to leap into the dark
Yet find there motivations spark
One step to float free on the wind
Of change that facing doubts will bring
To face up to unease
Worry it's own malady and disease
Turmoil in uncertainty
Anticipating negativity
To trust that everything's alright
No darkness can consume the light
Time to let go of the past
Freedom with hopes still standing fast
In good faith commit to change
This life to rearrange .
Heart rises in dry throat
Anxiety the gentle push upon the back
Courage in embracing the energy
To swing forwards from all we lack
To dive into progress with possibility
Not sinking, at last we find instead we float
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Do nothing

Do nothing
That's what you'll hear them say
Be nothing
They want us just to go away
They'll try to self fulfil you
With values conservative
Whispers on the wind
Rumours dominate
Best friends will turn away
Character assassinate
They'll try to contradict you
With no care for who you are
Did you hear the latest misquote
Do they give a damn about context?
They want you by the throat
Say the truth is just pretence
Prophecy false of your demise
19th nervous breakdown in a week
It's sexual frustration
We'll set them up with a whore
It's all about attention
Sell fame at the agents door
The liars to their gossip
Rumours isolate
Everything you says just for publicity
They pray you'll go away
If they saw that it's just artistry
They'd have no more to say
Sarcasm rips at flesh
Gossips rumours to impress
Do nothing
They don't hear the words you say
Be nothing
They'll stab you in the back,
Look the other way
No satisfaction till you're laying in the street
And draw a final breath.
They want to forget you ever lived
Must of done something right
Rebellion its own gift.

House of doors (kristina clackson)
A house of doors
The corridors of power
Flagstones worn
By the tread of weary feet
To count the years
By footfalls impression
How many speakers to the house
Have any learned their lesson?
Echoes mark the floors
With words marching to delivery
The stones indented by the steps
Of body politics finery
The leviathans coils
Wrestled by the limbs
Of elevated men
Policy to submission
Where the ladies to the halls?
Who seizes vote
Declares all equal
Those who said they're not for turning
Glass ceiling it's oppression
More than a chance impression
Black rod beating at that door
Where women faced only a wall
The flagstones now their cracks
From where only faint turned back
Harbinger of a new age
Raised fist of suffrage.

Top set (because my year at greycourt aroun 85 gutted the admin wing as Tewkesbury was a vicious bastard. and then there were nonces in Computer Studies)
Daddy is a lawyer
So the rich kids say
Secure in sense of entitlement
Positions which to claim
Daddy is a diplomat
It's why our skins are dark
Couldn't say I'd noticed the difference
Until this chance remark
Daddy is an architect
And mommy makes fine dresses
All hot air to the working folk
Us kids they tried to impress
Ever an alien in the top set
Streamed out from my own class
Bidding farewell to childhood friends
To sit at desks with all the toffs
Somehow it felt unfair
An unwitting classroom clown
Standing out from the crowd
Breaking the rules when allowed
Daddy's in the national front
It's why his hairs so short
Daddy was a violent drunk
It's why I'm bunking off
Never fitting in with the boffs
The pains with which they scoff
Daddy threatened to slit my throat
If I ever told.
Somehow it seems unfair
How the boffins just laughed and stared.

The Playground taunts, in adult life,

Lived by the same rules

To flee the gatesa, climb over fence,

Of the burned out, old school.
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Lady justice
Lady justice with raised sword
To weigh hearts in the scales
Fearsome visage to the condemned
In judgement beneath crown
Yet judge not lest ye be judged
Best forgive and then forget
The faithful free from chains
The beasts they claim to fight
Standing in the dock
Call on the highest court
How many stumbling blocks
Obstruct truth from the sight
Survival to the fittest
As god alone the witness
To take up arms once more
In final Trial by combat
Justice is ever blind
Tear off the blinkers
Vengeance ever in mind
Rage burning in the eyes
Lady justice just a whore
Where lawyers serve only the coin
The system it's own demise
Those free by their own lies
Still the sword seeks to avenge
Where victims still grieve to cry

Their Law? (state intrusion and interferance with business. Place them in a wired flat with filters on social media and monitering of all data flow with undercover neighbours spreading defamation in community whilst uniformed explicitly do the same in full view and infiltrate any politcal alegiances. Welcome home.Do they have a warrant to use a key to enter property and interfere with papper work, IT and leave origami messages?)

I want to feel more

Be me more
Not the numb sore
Of the oppressors empty laws

Criminals in uniform
Grouped together like a gang
Pretend theyre pretty big
That the rest of us can hang

Their law, with a polished badge
Dominations cuffs
Enclosing freedoms hands
Say the rules are tough
That our hopes are not enough

Lunatics have taken over at the looney bin
Think they are our masters
Control they seek to win
Are you just somebodies serf?
Stop to think about it
That's all they think youre worth

Criminals in uniform
Sounds like someones kind of fetish
Think they are the sharks
To all us little fishes

I want to be more
Feel more
Free more
Cry more
Fly more
See more
Cos I am more
Than their law.

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Being there (Heidegger)

Being there
Ever as a presence
Core of the self
That forms our very essence
Both subjective
And phenomenal
An object to the other
Yet undivided in existence
Being there
Anchored in the self
That floats upon the waves
Of the passing time
To sail into becoming
Toward the new horizon
Doubled in the sextant
Yet without duality
The knower and the known
Emergent entity
Being in the world
Is this what it means to be?
Being there
Is consciousness all it is to be?
Or in another's eyes
Is this all we seem to be?
Being there, a portrait photo
Existent entity framed by time
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Chaff (writen on proposal of published book of lyrics some weeks ago)
Dead poets to the Ivy League
Publishing conspiracy to believe
Who weeds the wheat out from the chaff
Collectively their grapes of wrath
Secret society for the elites
In a handshake frats to greet
Initiates they ball and bag
Who had the photos with the one night hag?
Brethren to a poison chalice
All with heads bowed towards the palace
There's some that play with little Alice
With unsheathed swords we show our malice
Be sure they'll make a public hanging
Did you wonder just where balls are lacking?
Standing upon others heads
And others wives they seek to bed
Orders to murder
Front page spread
Look in the mirror
Are old soldiers dead?
A composite of many faces
Whilst those in guilt no one traces
Occult science hoodwinked the fools
Who bow in shame whilst breaking rules
Fraternity's pass out more than they test
They really think they are the blessed.
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Burnt oak?
Burnt oak, out in the park
Where remains only ashes
Your hollow trunk so dark
Memory of felled family tree
To cut branches from the wood
To feed the outraged fire
Building funeral pyre
To old Father Time
The scythe to strike us down
Where we make a final stand
The thresher to the wheat
Burning chaff left in the field
Uprooting, where fell the barren seed
The cracks of concrete marked
Still fresh leaves of grass,
Show through from the fertile land
Choking clouds of smoke that masked the light
Where they burned us down to ash
Still standing, mighty oak
Where squirrels make their nest
Our centripetal dance
The spiral pattern seeks
There within the wooded womb
Life's passion just a spark
Fed by ashes work
The sower takes to the field
Where acorns find their bed
Out there in the park.
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Lady Liberty (EU bill human rights)
I want you more
Than relief from the pain of grasping thorn
Or the fevered lips
Unquenched fire trembling for a kiss
The frantic fear
In loosing the memory
Last nights dream
Of laying languid in those arms
Unsated passions
Where body shakes
With the force of suppressed sighs
Wanting like a thief
Ashamed in envy
For the sought for prize
A puppet for a string
Directed by the marionette
No hands more dominant than loves
That wrenches heart with longings to belong
I want you more
Than the song of nightingale
To mourn my parting soul
With words of immortality

Lady Liberty

How I crave to look into your eyes
I want you more
Than the distant hope
That still lingers a sweet while
Like fingers stroking cheek
To raise the wanton mouth
Parched with thirst
Moulding sweet phrases upon the tongue

Metamorphoses
Subtlety distinct
Breaking definitions
The nuanced heart
Non binary recognition
The fluid form
That knows no bounds
No shape to the containment
Modulation to resound
The clay coax with deft touch
Bursting free of all moulds
Adam and Eve
Forever divided
The garden in knowledge
A poison in the insight
Ever in opposition
The coin yet has two sides
The mother, the father
Poles apart
No ambiguity
From the start
Reflections in Ovids pool
Of salmacis metamorphosed tears
In many shades
The pigment strains
The canvas of the flesh
Facets to the gems
Undivided in the glamour
Perceptions to duality
In gradation the colours mix
To form a third from twain
And with subtlety to light
Shines with truth upon the wing
Freed from chrysalis
Painted Social butterfly

Anger management?
The fire that burns twice as bright
Burns half as long
They may say pull yourself together man
Could their directions be all wrong?
In fear the animal will strike out
Weary of its foe
Those who face the fire
Can let the energy flow
Rage is such a sin
So the preachers say
But in order to contain it
You might open out its ways
In anger find a missing peace
Expressing what you feel
To scream and know no fear
To strike with sword the coiled mat
To learn to follow through
And let the passion out
The heart that lets it show
Has more capacity in it
Less likely to lash out
Those who have walked within its midst
Anger is an energy
No fear to face the fire
Burning in the chest
Protective powers rise.
No dark side for to fear
Just the force there flowing bright
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Refugee
Like a refugee of romance
Fleeing from a hallowed land
Milk and honey soured
By dissidence to the experience
War torn barb wire fences
Makeshift tents in holding camps
Trying to stem the flood
Makeshift boats upon the tide
Who wants to be a refugee
Displaced and outcast
Divided by dictates of conflict
Or fleeing genocide
The oppressed forced to run
Forgotten of nationality
Risking all, with lives packed upon their backs
Lost Children seeking the embrace of a new home
A stranger on a foreign shore
Hopes clasped close to wounded hearts
With outstretched shaking hands
Fearing the rejection of the promised land
The Modern exodus
Tears in pleading eyes
I don't want to be a refugee
Displaced by the oppressors fist
Forlorn and hungry for safety
The embrace of a foreign land
The Anguish of belonging hearts
The refugees of a longed for romance
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Magic mirror
A little magic comes back into the world
The expectant hope sown on the wind
Where seeds cotton wings let float on by
Lifting emotions back on course
The tempest whipped storms
That raged on terribly through the night
A torrent of tears for those lost to the gale
Yearning for morning to dry drenched sails ripped apart
The dance in the waves of the lonely lost keel
A bark strains in the foam of uncharted seas
The rope burning hands to tie to our course
The rudder that strains the limbs with the force.
Sighting the land, a bird flys over head
The heart skips a beat with salt to the scent
Breathing a sigh with a thrill in the chest
That rises to lips as one who is blessed
Doubts washed away in the receding flood
With warmth in the breast that signals of love
The longing for home that old sailors know
And expatriates drink to try hard to forget
A little magic shines down on the world
From the light in the face of the lighthouse rock
Clouds parting arms embracing the scene
To step back on dry land and it's firmness to feet.

Phaedra
To grasp bull by the horn
Minotaur to spawn
Ill fated curse in scorn
Lost innocence forlorn
Step mothers borrowed son
Pray tell the love there won
No more mercy find from beast
Than lusts of the demon feast
A husbands jealousy
Where crime is concealed by crime
Disasters felony
Rapes bacchanal accused in mime
The muse cruel to the heart
From sides which now depart
But song ever on mother tongue
Of raptures left undone
The nurse encouraging
The courtly to begin
To push me and to pull me
Such inspiration see
Tauro rising from the wave
The huntsman to the grave
Stiff shaft of javelin
Broke by Phaedra's sin
Chariot Begs to ride the extra mile
The incestuous to defile
But ask just whose the crime
Hearts weighed by scales of time
Smothered by her embrace
The funeral hearse to grace
The glorious beauty fled
Where corpse lies moaning death
That soil may cover the head
Of they that draw there final breath
To submit to the sirens call
Moist blood betrays the fall
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Leather
The smell of fresh leather
Held restrained by the wrist
In the grip of tied thongs
For freedom to long
The suede for a blindfold
To hold back the sweat
Tears wept hot, grow cold
Eyes closed, alert to heart beat
Black armour for dark knight
That strains with muscles flexed
Rising through the night
Shame from bodies wrenched
The creak of tanned hide
Taste of biting whip
Where the devil rides
The trembling of those stretched hips
The shearling soft to the pain
Sheepskin touch to the warm
fitting like a glove just the same
Hands held back from the storm
To soothe the burning flesh
Heal With gentle caress
The pleasure in the passions
With a leather grip in fashion
Awakening the senses
Poised on bitten lip

Centre court
If you like to play with mixed doubles
You could be shaken and stirred
You won't want a new ball boy
As you suck upon that straw
Cocktails for centre court
Just swinging over the nets
It's a bit of a racket
But top spin you will get
The price of those strawberries
When you're lost in my dreams
With red tip to the lips
Well whipped like the cream
If you like mixed doubles
You could be shaken and stirred
The umpires got hawkeye
But these balls let fly free as a bird
Iced sundaes for final day
Soothed by a sorbet surprise
So put out the nets
For that Silver service so prized
I guess that the wombles
Can make use of what's left
When I stick it over your net
Watch out or a foot fault you'll get
An ace for your service
Just hope it's not getting too wet
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Avatar
Sweety just like caviar
Born to be a super star
Stretch limousine for your car
The blue of blood their avatar
As they erase search history's
Secure they'll conceal dark fantasies
You'd like to teach the reality
Trainer to all beneath the lions roar
Pillars hold up a lintels arch
Beware you all the ides of march
Endorsements declare an unfair fight
Be sure the claws are bound to bite
Abandon all hope who enter here
Entrapment is the least to fear
Sweety dear, an avatar
Who pulls the strings for rising stars?
Fake sheiks cast nets from the shore
It's why the rich are so unsure
A suit of armours greeting beware
Heels mount the staircase with a strut so rare
The marionette, a puppets glove
To stroke at flesh and model love
The hook it's bait
They'll see too late
Freedom corrupts
Those with eyes wide shut
Sweety dear an avatar
Where hands will grip just iron bars
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Artichoke
Artichoke it's hidden heart
It's bud beneath the bract
Scales stripped with the knife
The fallen thistles leaves
Spiked recollections
Tearing of the flesh
Wound around the past
The unraveling thread of fate
Scabs with dirty plaster
Now cleaning out the scars
Bled out with the memory
Blacked out by the pain
Hands breaking through the ice
Too cold to hold the gun
Sun blushed tomatoes
Who rose with embarrassment ?
Fragile petal, The slide of olive oil
Tossed salad for a beggars bowl
Lost in disassociation
Fragmented in location
The sound of knitting needles
That marked the passing time
Trembling bitten fingers
Scrubbed red with wire wool
Falling through the fiddlers roof
Memory it's own proof
Gauntlet cast upon the ground
The feint , a foils repost.
Artichoke it's shielded bud
The well protected heart
Concealed beneath scale mail
A hidden tenderness.
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ALL 2018Songs appearing below NOW ON MORESOUNDZ with previous years if you scan lower down. YA is on Miss Understanding. There will be at least a new song every 2 weeks this year.

Syndicate copywrite fraud forever risks being sued for 100% revenue. It would only require one person with evidence of such to cut a deal with me and their whole coup risks civil and criminal action. Unlike the open license granted by some professional song writing organisations that are a con for the creator as they loose veto.

Citizens charter or UK bill of human rights? Might need some sub clauses. Including protection of resident EU and migrant workers rights and GIVE US THE LIST the EU would not, full public identification of paedophiles. Regards to BIG ISSUE London. As I have been homeless 6 times we might start with all UK citizens having a right to housing, this could include a crisis payment from the proposed 'citizens wage' benefit system.

Shifting sands being what they are I cannot comment much upon the Child Abuse Enquiry beyond saying GIVE US THE LIST. I do not like the term mental illness to describe the emotional chalenges as a survivor. I do not have a capacity to forgive abusers, there is no closure beyond the final coffin nail, the conflict cannot be resolved, the culture only offers vengance in the form of criminal justice and after over 25 years of disclosure that is still something society does not grant me. I resent, I hate, I have continuing dabilitating symptoms of Trauma from both the accidental compound fracture of my skull and the rapes I experienced in youth, I am human. The culture may be improving towards victims but it can never take away the fact that it happened and it will always hurt and disturb. So I havn't drunk or used drugs for the majority of my adult life (aparently coming down with diabetes means I was loaded according to some 'reliable' 'sober' sources). As I aproach my 50's hand on heart the mechanisms of support mostly offered dirty plasters to the open wounds. I found a voice through this site but I am not happy with what life has taught me. It will happen again, and that is not my fault, I have done all I can and will continue to despite the pain. 'Mental Health' is largely used to deny the reality and undermine disclosures of societys victims, I have also survived 6 times homelessness through social exclusion so if you want to gossip and have a go do not forget there are consequences to the individual and costs to the community. The status quo craves supression. This site has been free for 12 years and remains unafiliated with any organisation or group. I am mostly not what they say especialy in extremeis but no one bothers to ask, they just react, blame and judge as abusers are want to. And no I am not a sub dominant. Crying in the wilderness, and sure someone will try to spin that. With hopes for a better future for the children. If I could live my life again I would not have willingly entered therapy in my teens and would have prefered to have killed the abusers despite the consequences.

Welcome to 2017. MEGHANS LAW. GIVE US THE LIST as SARAHS LAW was intended to be in the first place rather than the governments 'compromise'.

you can read all about John Smith phd CHEPSTOW GWENT in ACUNNINGLINGUIST Also Allan Stock Redhill Surrey child molestor and National Front member... I used to be a Rude Boy myself so best ask Pauline Black what I think of them... moonstomp!

OPERATION MAKESAFE NEW CHILD PROTECTION MEASURES FROM SIR BERNARD AND THE LADS, google it. The real purpose of looking to the past must be to inform present and future child protection. Where do the children play? GIVE US THE LIST

THE PRIMARY PURPOSE OF THIS SITE IS TO PUT PRESSURE TOWARD PERMANENT PUBLIC LISTING OF PAEDOPHILES ACROSS EUROPE, every child and victims right to safety. Why did the Labour government spin Sarahs law away from full public disclosure? Why with the national inquiry into child abuse is Westminster silent on public listing of paedophiles. There are many questions I would like to ask as to why the media has stoped promoting public listing. Why have victim support groups fallen silent on the issue? I give my songs to you freely in the hope that through attracting attention via entertainment some of the many questions about how our society protects offenders might one day be answered. Amidst all the spin and media impression management why have so many victims been unheard?

GIVE US THE LIST!

THE CONCEPT ALBUM BLOOD SOAKED LAND will remain below pic of Viking Longship for download (right click to save) and burning to disc through 2016

This site has been promoting public listing of paedophiles since 2005. Westminster, same old story, watch out for another cover up/ inquiry. The free book A Cunning Linguist and free album Swords In Abusers on moresoundz elaborates. A generation of children went unheard and few recieved the justice they deserved throughout the 80's and 90's. A Royal Commision with publicly selected investigators and nothing less can adress the questions of human rights to justice and protection of victims. The backlash must be exposed. Mandatory reporting of abuse suspicions must become statute. Victims should no longer face invasive 'tests' of authenticity following reporting such crimes, police resources should not be wasted investigating victims but focus solely on alleged perpetrators. Institutional abuse and cover ups must be exposed. Paedophiles must be publicaly listed so we can all protect vulnerable children. Following 7/7 the Bishop of London stated to us 'all paedophiles are terrorists'. A million hits for give us the list and the support of Tom Cruise, Caprice, Amir Khan, Bruce Willis and others in the call to reform UK child protection. If not now when?

Spunky smells likeJENNY from FRIENDSarmpits

RAISEING A LITTLE MORE THAN A BROLLY... More Miss Understandings.(know your Topographicalness and feel the fear... Prude, it's ruder than prog.)

Not A Rug In Sight...

HIGHER POWERS...

And Evens on the Matrix WAR

EUROPEAN RIGHTS OF THE CHILD TO SAFETY

THE LIST OR WE SEND IN THE FIRM!

A BIG ISSUE- PUBLIC LIST PAEDOPHILES ACROSS THE EU

GIVE US THE LIST

WolfsbloodAre we all but grains upon that Beach,Is it war or peace we come to teach,The Children who are watching nowDo they know a way or how-To staunch the blood of brothers tearsOf sisters crying out for years?To pains the memory of the fearsLeft incarcerated here?For all we know and all we feelAre spirits dead or can we healThe rift of ages that befellThose who turned to face the shells.Where poppies reach and truth beseech The hearts in anguish that abhorThe fate of Angels destined for war.Where shrapnel falls like hail to someWhose that battle that is won,And if the shroud is torn in twoWould we see exactly whoThe veil lifted would revealFor all those prayers we've said to heal-Whose the Kingdom that we seekWho will serve the wounded meek?And whose the scars and whose the swordWhere the nails and who the Lord?Were we but ears of corn to some Would we send our only sonsOr stand to face that end as one.Bow before no earthly princeFor the word is true that none could print.These names of those who stood forewarnedAs others here would choose to scorn,Who would pray on bended kneeFor those that cross that darkest seaRegardless of the creed or skinAs one in faith, these many wordsWe hold aloft the dripping sword;As blood congeals on earthly shoreTo run beyond that fateful doorAre truth and justice on our sideOr do the heads of judgment lie?Though thought obscure where shadow fallAnd the last post to spirits call,These hearts as one upon the sleeveA branch to offer with golden leaf.The olive and the fig becomeObscured by fog, the darkest sunEye wept dry and fingers bleachedIs this the pinnacle we've reached?Bold humanity to someIs there a final hour to come?Call across the seas of bloodAnd seek a way to face that flood.Whose the tablet that was wroteWhose the Bush and whose the CoatOf arms in battle, Brothers thereWhose the enemy and where?Seek with an answer clearOf politicians never fear.Cry as one, reach for that handFor the sake of hallowed land.Regardless of the faith or raceThese are but questions that we face.Fires burn and waters quenchOf giants buried in each trench,Call with heartTo God and Countrymen

That peace may rule us all again.

P N Stock 2002

LYRICS

Dandelion clocks

cotton candy clouds are up above
the sun beats ceaseless as with love
blue Sky's the memories drift on by
thoughts float free with every sigh.

sundials and dandelion clocks
casting longer shadows as we grew
water fountains beneath statues of the past
heart pumps ever as we flow

inhale the flowers in a breath
exhale to mark a little death
where petals long for morning dew
leaves reached for the light as did you.

summer heat in waves across the park
coax gold from chins with butter cups
beneath the arms of over hanging trees
we sat and rested weary feet.

seasons circle like cog wheels
hands move across the carriage face
wound springs from an iron key
time marked in each turn but never free.

blow memories from dandelion clocks
sundials cast shadows ever on
water fountains flowing from the past
statues standing tall unto the last
we plant a garden in our dreams
a pond collects the water from our tears.

for Di.

Myth of Sysiphus

Charged by gods to roll away the stone
What meaning sits upon their throne
In each step the span of days
Through pointless task to know their ways.

Roll, roll, roll away the stone
On mountain slope find a lonely home
Roll, roll, rolling with the stones
And at the peak find downward rolls the stone.

Force of inertia in our bones
Brow strains with every gasp and moan
A fallen king to a thankless task
And no answers find unto the last.

Live fully in the moment as you push
Be present with revolt upon the breath
In struggle seek to find a hope
Describe the journey on the slope
The heart rises as it sings
It's rhythm soars on broken wings.

Roll, roll, roll away the stone
Heave ho, on mountain find a home
To rise to the pointless task
Take heart as the moments pass
They may have left you without right
But no way the spirit gives up the fight
Life struggles ever to be free
To find a purpose we can never see.

Where sea meets beach like a mothers kiss or a tears caress against these cheeks of land, The breath of tides that ebb and swell rough then gentle rythms of this life, Where winter melts into the arms of spring the fluid rolling hips united in shared hope, The wombs waters breaking for the first time the embrace of lovers parted for too long, New beginings sigh their prayer and cry with joys still to come whilst those passing over reach wings into the sky, Though the cliffs crack and so slowly corode still the sands speak of rocks that stood once proud, In time all things return to her and join the dance within those waves.

VENUS FLY TRAP LYRIC- Venus in fur oh havent you heard its war of the roses looking down noses bound by disease this devil to please. Venus a fly trap oh silly old me sounds hard to swallow but just wait and see they say she's a spider to pull on a fly watch out for the gym slip its man eater style. Venus in fur oh havent you heard short lived as a yorky plays Richard III a temple of tubeors for temperol tudors whith hearse to the wedding the kill to the bride. Just like Percys Mary could spin a fine line waxing quite lyric its Frying tonight. Venus in fur oh havent you heard put them on the map with old Queen Mab. Full of emotion the swell of her ocean with pearls to her oyster a glove in whip hand. And as Lord Byron quoth to venus in fur oh havent you heard to Seaham all dead black ball to the head, croquet on the lawn murder in rhyme for that Nursery Crime. Venus a flytrap oh cilia old me they thought her a schoolgirl but just wait and see her names realy Audrey no Woman in White a Shop Full of Horrors I bid you goodnight. Queen to the honey trap bee sting to the the hive her stockings are chainmail cold iron tonight. Venus in fur oh havent you heard war of the roses to Fleur Du Mal possies havent you heard they spin us a yarn respects all thats dead As Lord Byron said to venus in fur oh havent you heard youre all a disgrace all Ludites Lovelace. Dionaea Muscipula hard to digest but to dyonisus musky pullers our venus a fly trap watch out for her grip, they thought her a schoolgirl but here are her lips. Stokeing Hell Fire with demonic choirs just making the bed how wonderful is death. Venus a flytrap oh havent you heard with claws to the rip our venus death grip. Madame Tusaudes pulling two swords if venus the bride the hearse is their ride. Burned at both ends this alphas omega killing in rhyme for that nursery crime. To venus the bride we're Frying tonight. Venus in fur oh havent you heard looks hard to swallow but just wait and see venus a flytrap oh havent you heard.

PHREAK THE FREAK

Phreak the freak its an intelligence leak just a misnome when the highest IQs half past one. Hide and seek its worth a peek dont tell them your name till the numbers up. Phreak the freak clock that dial with a 2 tone pulse its not a splice that scrambles those eggs. said phreak to freak eyes right theyve left pushing those buttons slippers a glass so what no why when or who just gold teeth and an Enigma-tic smile. seek the leak that moles whats weak back in the 'crypt dead letter last post scrabbles on tumblers spirits through a glass. phreak the freak the moles what we seek hearts for the rubber this games not bridge crossing those naughts Vauhall Knights no defeat said kill the freak. with those tourists on the clock who's in for a shock through the eye of a needle who'd take on the beadle follow that mark kepp them in the dark. said freak the freak just switch the switch.

ELECTRIC BLUE

(Soham)

Its Amontilado a feather too white long stares at cold walls just a spill of red wine. lost looks empty bunks their rythm on bars bolts turning in locks eyes swimming cold blue shallow waters slow bled stomach churning call time. Electric blue lights dim smell of sparks calling them on to face the light blank look on their faces a sneer through cold smiles calling them in with a touch of the thumbs take that seat enjoy the ride calling them on heart leaping for time hands shakeing cold smiles. a bite of that leather raise amontilado cold eyes lectric blue no taste of last wine. calling them down calling them down cold rythm on bars red tear to the water a feather too white the wrist and the razor one more brick with a smile forever goodbye. calling them down calling them down just take that seat enjoy the ride Its electric blue calling them on no coins for those eyes just a spill of old wine. Its amontillado forever goodbye.

MINJA THE NINJA

Me minja the ninja climbing over roof silent as the wind warm breath beneath a veil. me minja the ninja shadow in the dark strokeing at those curves through windows open doors. me minja the ninja casting a dark spell feeling for a pulse within that little death. me minja the ninja a life held in these hands blade before the eyes to free them from the silk artisan to the sheets painted poems on the nails clawing at the walls to face a pillows grave. me minja the ninja cherry blossom on a cheek scents of carnal knowledge the killings we have made. me minja the ninja a rose beneath a ring reminder of those dawns the dew of parted lips. me the minja to the longing in that little death poison perfume to a kiss her choice no emptiness.

NOT GUILTY

Not guilty its soft and silky she said she wanted more you know that less is more she's lady shaved her legs such a very nice pair in satin and lace. going rapido with away torpedo gotta go french with a roll of that tounge slowing back down to escargo brass knockers french polish she's leaving a trail with a curl of that tounge. she's slow at coming forward from the smile on her face thats satin and lace. not guilty its smooth and silky got those frogs legs parted with such a small touch once she's down on her knees she's begging darling please such a very sweet smile as she parts those lips. do you like it all over or just a little on the side its a nice hot banger between french fries you know it aint whimpey give it extra on top. she wears a little berret red currants on top its getting kind of stickt thats those chelsea buns. Guess she's slow at coming forward when she's sat on that face its going rapido with that aft torpedo blow it away with a banger from behind. not guilty its soft and silky butter up the sides its a sandwich not a slice. not guilty its soft and silky with a smile on her face thats satin and lace.

THE REAPER

I am the reaper I come to take your soul I'm no redeemer youre gonna fill a hole come all believers the gods die to my hand come war and thunder rage across the land. I am the reaper my name brings only strife no reasurance I come to take your life there are no gods can live beyond their time their sands are running out and soon they will be mine. I am the reaper I come to steal your breath by many names I'm known but you will call me death there are no warriors can stand against me much all true believers falter at my touch. There is a reckoning a weighing of the soul you are the ones I take to fill an empty hole my eyes can see the falling sands of time come taste my breath it is the end of the line. I bring the scythe to reap you where you stand just ears of corn from a barren land I am the reaper my name brings only strife I'm no reddemer I come to take your life. I am the reaper the harbinger of death I am the herald to your final breath I'm no believer your hopes are only lies theres no redeemer for all will come to die.

ANNARCHI

There once was a dyke with her finger aint it she knew a young fem but her fist werent in it she showed her a bow with a g string on it kept fireing love arrows thats our annachi. Annarchi they call her a bull when she gives them the eye they show her a wink she gets out her bow and sticks one in it hooked to her ring half cocked to fire with a double shot thats our dyke eye bully. Annarchi shes not just a dyke on her days off she rides her bike with a ring of that bell no end to her rythm as she rides them rough shod bunny hoping off roading. Annarchi she's not just a dyke she says shes a builder but she cant find a wife once they tare down those walls theres plenty to like she thinks shes an amazon from a past life she likes her leather when shes on the ball soaping them up an imperial lather. They call her Annarchi she shows them her fist when she is out kissed with that bow to her knees that g string fits it keeps shooting love arrows double cocked till the end thats our Annarchi. Anna Me Feesher thats her new fem for 20 sobs shell lick at that ring. Annarchi she aint just a dyke but I hear her new girlfriends just her bike. Annarchi she likes a bit once theyre down on their knees well I guess thats it.

1066

William the conk what a nosey bonk 1066 it makes us all sick eye eye what about harold then. Then theyres the roundheads billiard balls deep in the pockets back to the table now whose nicked the chalk ever see a politician would buy a man a drink who'd worked so long that the mrs was gone european excursions or a foreign divorce for every indiscretion a back entry to account. Napoleons brandy if youre too randy could cost an arm not a leg waterloo to be sick in eye eye what about nelson then. Reviseing our history twisting our tales trying our justice turning their tricks storys theyll tell you as they write them again. Constantines armies beneath roman greavesies killed off the christians converted thats nice with a small switch buying them out thats roman service with a smile. Playing their cannon reformed in defence whose kissing that ring piece who'd mint a popes crown back to the board room its checkers not rome paying their tab now wheres the abbys white ball? Vulnerable Bede what a great deed forcing old rome down the british necks pain in the pulpit eye eye what about henry then we'll never forget playing their counter we're all for reform calling on Walsey hows thats our call. See all those foneys always courting the gold Jude rides her chunnel but who does she serve they used an armada last time we heard funny money someones fingers in her honey whose got the crown jewels whose forgiving our debts who wants old cronnies theyre only roundheads. Playing our cannon our empires no Risk bring on the troops theyre for the commons as well who wants a president at the cost of a crown eye eye what about treason then. Theyre bloody Mary saw the tower as well who wants federal europe when service to country can show you the world?

MIGHTY OAK

From little acorns mighty oak will come each limb will knot with wounded bark eaching riseing sun these mighty oaks from acorns come. Amongst the ferns with fingers stretched to mighty oak we bend them down limbs twist together the sap here risw come bring her on mighty oak will come. Move with the wind knot to this wood drink the waters raise the sap take you down and twist around take you over where fires leep kneel to this root turn to the bark from mighty oak the acorns come. For little acorns mighty oak will come to fight the elm and keep the forest true from mighty oak a shield will come our aim is true fight for this relm with arows yew bend to this bow that little acorns from oak will come. to the oak now lay you down to knotted limb embrace this bark the sap here riseing rooted in the earth unto the forest the oak will come. with oaken beam small splinter comes to build a scalfold to hang them from beneath our crown with oaken spears battle for each fallen tree those uprooted those that fell limbs weve broken those best forgot stamp out the wrot that no one wants joined to the earth with every fall to this body a new ring comes. From little acorns mighty oak still comes we'll stand together till the battles won each holds to truth and none bows down come to the wood and raise them up till oaken crowns support the sun. From mighty oak the acorns come and for little acorns mighty oak will come.

O OTHELLO

Hello again othello they say that love has died dancing to anothers rythm when lips have kissed goodbye. Hello again othello this jealousy inside burning fierce as napalm to blow those hearts to hell. Iago he's a friend to all this jealousy cutting at the hopes that bind those hearts to here. Hello again othello cold darknesss in these eyes a fist that breaks a mirror to cut those hearts in two. Hello again othello the darkness in these hands stabbing at the memmory long days with out warm arms. Fighting back the tears of long forgotten years the fire in thes hands to tare those lies apart, Iago he's a friend then you see that love has died held within those arms a shroud left of the veil. hello again othello a twitching of the eye the tastes of words goodbye know that love must die. They danced within these eyes warm fingers\ stroked that neck the lips now have departed those hearts no longer leap. Say goodbye othello regrets for what is lost. never oh othello oh never never more. smiles forever lost there cold fire in these eyes welcome back othello from chains that drag them down, never oh othello drowning in their fear never never oh othello love floats gently on. reflect once more othello waters whispering goodbye. never never oh othello oh never never more.

OATHBOND

I saw two raven floating by first one said I should surely die second came close said dont forget when things were worse than they are yet we stood here once as we stood before no one thought we could win our war. The stone was hollow for a door no cave within with your hearts you swore no matter what come what may we'd see it to a better day. When knives were drawn behind your back they said you were the things you lacked they spun their words to put you down the only wreath an oaken crown. They said we'd never win this war but never forget for what you swore. The bow was drawn the sword unsheathed we prayed to meet another dawn our plans were made beside the hearth we'd feast once more on doe and hart the glass was cast into the fire our knotted limbs would never tire. Never forget for what we swore defend the meek protect the poor never bow down on foreign shore greet each sgtranger as a friend no matter what the crede or race raise your heads with hearts so proud for the spirits rythm beats there loud. They said we'd never win this war with one eye closed their tounges were forked for all the double dealings there we'd see it through they win who dare. Say your oath youll not forget in the spirit of justice for this we sware.

SOAP N SUDS

Soap N suds its plane to see wet and wild from the washing machine a dirty dawg for a double D bit to the bridal elastic in teeth rideing the clothes horse its plain to see theyve a strange fixation thats double D. Dirty dog so plain to see leeping those fences no fantasy a double D hat tied round his ears face full of frillies its plain to see cheap thrills to the knees thats their double D. soap n suds so plain to see good vibrations from a washing machine caught on the gate that swinger for a line cries too late as they tumble dry over the fence with a facefull of mud back to the laundry thats soap for suds. Face full of nickers plain to see that dirty skirt sniffer right down to his knees rolling around no bed of roses thorn to a finger what a little Prick a dirty dog that double D sniffer left in a pudle awaiting lock jaw. Soap n suds its plane to see dreamt of hem lifter thats our double D. For soap n suds thats double D Dirty Dawg now down on those knees.

NIGHT OF THE WOLF

At the sign of the skull the wolves descending for the cull rage so deadly in their eyes to strip the bad men of their lies theres it is to do or die a howel to call them with a cry blood to drip from bitter lips teeth they bare with hatred drip. At the waning of the moon the pack is called to rise there soon fear to see in blind mens eyes terror there within their cries a howel that tares the night in two they come as one do they come for you? Blood will run from off their teeth the price is life and theyre the thief. at the sign of the skull the wolves descending for the cull the moon again to run so red as their hearts on anger fed beat as one the pack will come with their deaths the deed is done Howeling there beneath dark sky the prey bad men to do or die. the lies of men the cowering flock in their eyes a curse to mock the bad man and his bitter cry for he knows one day he'll die they come for him they rage as one the pack is called it is begun there beneath the moon a skull a blood red veil theirs is the cull. There beneath a blood red moon the skull will come the time is soon from dark sky now turn your back for we take all things we lack with a cry across the night the bad men fear us in their flight the pack is called we rage as one The cull has come this howel is done.

LICKITY SPLIT

Lickity split its a 99 are we going out tonight to wine and dine or shall we stay in and winde and grinde . Shes looking quite fit I like those bits heres an ice cream no hog and doss whilst she licks her lips if shes feeling hungry maybe we could go back to 69. Deary me oh dear my dear as it dribbles down those cheeks towards those mounds maybe an eruption will come between those shivers below like a butterfly. They may say its vanilla but its butter milk gently whiped between those thighs she may say shes vegetarian but she needs more protein just open that gob for british beef. Deary me oh dear my dear as it dribbles down those cheeks and in between. They may say its mad cows pull the udder one wont call her my bitch this dogs teaching new tricks heres a tip from mr whippy with a cherry on top if you know what i mean they may say its not love but then again shes my lyons maid. Deary me oh dear my dear as it dribbles down those cheeks and in between.

Back On The Road

Going back on the road you know we're never alone wherever we roam this land we were born to forevers our own. Outside on the corner we stand there alone paying those dues you know we never can loose. We stand on our feet every face that we greet we'll never bow down cos the coins that we're left here wear no beggars crown. Walking those streets they'll never defeat the sound of our heart still beating so proud. Back on our toes coming off of the ropes out from our corners we aint loosing no hope. Gonna fight till the end never leaving that ring for whatever they tell us this land we were born to forevers our own.

Miss Understanding

Miss Understanding she's their therapist, She gives a little rub with a well oiled wrist, She'll show them how to split front page personalities, When they're down on that couch she's their number one./
Miss Understood that's her alter ego, Plays the black madona to Eckharts men, Nuns down on their knees for a second coming, Their bells to that book as she blows out their candle, Detatched from loves chains in her House of Lords./
Miss Understanding, understated at the best, It's a game people play as they work up a swet, Tied to extremities, Times best left forgot, Taken to the deapths in her fantasy, depravity./
Miss Understood they share the same smile, Down in the dungeons a story of nine tales, Plays it Sheradnazeh to Arabian Knights, A dance of seven veils with her favourite strap, Whiping up a frenzy she's an Anal-Lyst./
Miss Understood beneath Understanding, When they look up her skirt old Jacob starts to dream, Take eat for this is her body, It's what they thirst for with their trembleing lips, Just Judges and Lords to her golden chalice, They leap for entertaintment facing up to those trials./
Dressing up her characters in a land best left forgot, She'll penetrate their minds, in a fantasy, depravity.

2012

Got it all worked out for 2012 We're not just in the running we're ahead of the field. Londons set to go its gold for Seb Coe We'll win that race for 2012. Got it all worked up for 2012 You know we're on track theres only one field Its cool Britania with a royal seel All pumped up for 2012. Londons in the running so ahead of the field, We've lit that torch for 2012 The crowds are all on fire St Pauls is full of choirs Got them singing out for 2012 Lifting those flags towards palace walls Raising that torch to royal crown. Got it all worked out for 2012 Big Bens lit up with record times Theres cycling round the park Theres boxing for the dome Theyre running that marathon toward palace walls. Over tower bridge watched from Londons Eye Do be careful with the Javelin we've still got taxis for hire. Theyre not all in berrys we're all for fred perrys Stuff la Coq french is out in de john That wines sour grapes Paris has its hunchback clogging up the streets Slowest car in europe its their 2CV Did you hear about the rats theyre always playing dirty Notre Dams in the river what else can you see? Got it all worked up for 2012 theres food from every nation weve the best hotels With royal gaurds aplenty pointing sabers to the show Cannon balls are fireing decatheletes to throw, Trooping those colours in regimental dress Heres a crown for those medals weve Europes empress Queens own with starting pistols we're guning for gold. Weve got rid of mad Madrid with the toilets running dry Wheres the health and safety A load of bulls And did anyone care to mention why those children cry walking streets every night the questions why. Theyre too close to terror, theyre used to playing dirty, sure the weathers very hot but securitys too shirty They say we're european guess its athens next time. Londons in the running we're ahead of the field Raising that torch toward royal crown With regimental dress were trooping her colours Got it all worked up for 2012. Olympic glory beneath old Londons towers Its olympic grandstands for god save the queen. Got us all working out its 2012 We're all for Seb Coe hes going for gold, We've won that race for 2012.

V 4 Victory

They aint from Frankfurt, Theyre Prince Alberts Men, With a dome to the ceiling, and a bell on the end.

They fill out her hall, Hope & glories roll call, With a ring through the nose And bells on their toes.

With a V for victory 2 fingers we show, with a stroke of that harp she pulls at those hearts

F's for forgiveness or so say St Pauls, theyll have to forgive us cos courage is best

With a V for victory 2 fingers we show.

That organs so big to those little Yanks, Tourists crowd in paying their thanks

For her at the top we're harder than rock, a wink from the gargoyle and we're over the top.

She'll give em a wave from her golden coach whilst out on the pitch that whistles our hope.

Standing so tall to that golden ball, her rings not from Wagner thats prince alberts hall.

With a V for victory 2 fingers we show.

ANCRAN (for Mo)

Wether & When We Will Remember ThemThe Luck Of The Irish To Reconciliation Days.For Wether and When She will remember ThemThe Reconciled Exciles, Her DisapearedHer Pollen Of Peace, His Chapel sown seedsHis Holy Shamrock, Her fruits eternal feast.Wether and When We will remember themThe An Crann Stories, the root of Her First Tree,With Flax Crowned hair their bark upon her tearsThe Blood of Mourning, The White Godess on Her Knees.Wether and When we will remember themHer Rule Of Law to Reconciliation Days.Where Liberty Torch shines hope across the seaArched Olive Branches, Crossed high above each headHer Scale Of Judgement, their onward dance of peace.Wether and When we will remember them the Dust of Fingerprints, Their Night Of Long Knives the Rattle of cutlery draws, His Bread broke on The Mount. With Childrens laughter cross walls that none can seeThe sound of Her Harp that the poor may rest in peace.Wether and When, We will remember ThemThe Luck Of The British, To Reconciliation Days.

Where Chaos calls-
Two nightmares ride
Pale skins inscribe
Cloak and Dagger the blind
Fiery mace call sign
On Triumph those wings
The Abyss still sings
To Lucifer riseing
Seasons mysts defying.Lucifer riseing
Fair Astrea Crying
Old battles reminding
Her lucifer rideing
Pale horse to the crying
Firey Orb to upriseing
The abyss there yawns
To hell noisome spawn
No solace they fall
The man with no name
Her finest wove chain
The quickened, the dieing
For Lucifer RiseingLucifer Riseing-
Stitch in time to the binding-
Barbed kiss for hells key
The wolf neath her tree
Judge with Scorpios stings
Bone sawn through lost wings
Bloody Mary the timeing
To Lucifers Riseing
Seventh ring to that maid,
With her crimson of veil
White weddings for Cain,
Lord foul to his bain
Bold Lucifer Riseing
Stench flows with bones grinding
Caressing heart strings
One hope, to black wings.
Lucifers riseing.Lucifer Riseing
One peace in the finding
A silence to hearts
Those late to depart
Bloodied eye its next bowt
Whispered flame snuffing out
At Lucifers riseing
Stitch in time to the binding
No Grace to her maze
Drown in darkest of waves
The mesanger clear
eyes lowered their fear.
To Lucifers Riseing
No hate here disguising
Light bearer to bring
The sound of her wings.Lucifer riseing
Glass darkly reminding
Dispairs bloodiest tear
Loathing calous as fear
Barbed scourge for our whip
The guantlets raised fist
A rook from hells towers
Flanks the Earthly of Power
Her lucifer riseing
The crown to their blinding
Lucifer riseing
Bitter solace they're finding.
Cold Narcisus reminding
Drink a draught of hells finest
With Fleur du Mals scents
Of lives barely spent
The light that we shine
Cold tear as we bind
To Abaddon sent
The batton they lent
One more wish should you find us
Please to meet you,
Reminds us,
Of hails coldest flood
Vengance tears for the blood
For Lucifers Riseing
Angel Heart to upriseingThe ancient its days
These strangest of ways
A beared where they drowned him
Traitors gate waters foundling
The light raised to blind them
Leap of faith for the finding
A cypher crossed sword
To the holy of Word
Lucipher riseing.

Got a speed trap
Heart rapt
Gonna bleed em till their dry.
Got a speed trap
Death map
Gonna Ride them till their downGotta That Speed Trap
Death lab
Gotta squeeze em till they burst
Gotta speed trap
Pulse gap
Hear the laugher through each cry.its a speed trap
Heart rapt
till the satin sunset come
Thats a speed trap
Tarmac
Along the white line blindGot a speed trap
Clutch track
Gotta squeeze em till its dry
Its a dark night
Curved moon
Gotta race on through to dawnGot a speed trap
Death match
Taste of leather through the night
Got that snake eye
Pulse gap
Gotta roll her till the dawnGotta speed trap
Hot lap
Gonna ride her till they die
Shes a speed trap
Heart rapt
In a swets go faster stripesIts a speed trap
Heart rapt
With a pulse to burst the night.Its a speed trap
Hot sigh
Gotta pump them through the night.
Triumph over good n eviltriumph over good no eviltriumph on to good through eviltriumph beyond good n evil

EAR BASHING. G girl...

Ear bashing, show no fear bashing
It's big ears on the telee
Who'd watch them toss a welly
Now where's the ball in to the 9
Cos its Judis dinner time
Who's stick it in a sock
Where'd the stick that bigest rock?They're ear bashing, show no fear bashing
Never mind the feminists they're running out of luck
cos Eltons in his medals
The MODs lot SUCK!They're ear bashin
Cant stand ear bashings
Looks like hers in doors
Sent jenny to her chores
Whose got the bigest chopper
You know They're For The Whopper
It could be Dirty Harry
But is he old enough to marry?
Straight to the point
With a foot in the gob
They'll stick to whitest knickers
White balance on the Bob
Its ear bashing.Its no fear bashing
Who's for ear lashings?
Give that lobe a little lick
Write your name in little Flik
They're all for basil fawlty
They say it tastes too salty
But sweeps atop the block
Like a Brush fills out a sock
Its marmalade in sandwiches
Now Sootys off his box.Is Germain Greer Bashing?Did her EAR BASHING STICK YOU INSIDE THE FRIDGE?Like some old mad cows rock Now here comes a chopper to cut off someones block It's DEEFRIGIDation the ice age in a frock! Ear Bashing, Cant stand ear bashings, Bannanas on the fry, its cajun on the side, the blues are all for spanking, red nose could use a hanky , is Judi on the Punch? A dogs dinner out to lunch?They'd see us on our knees, filling Roseannes socks, they said she's off with Padington, Zippy set to rock, Ear bashing, cant stand ear bashing, ask that Basil Brush, How'd they move The Cunning Fox? 101 Ear bashing
Who's got the biggest socks...
An even bigger chopper?
That Frys still off the box
We hear they all want head
Whats that left inside the bed
Where's My Blood Valentine
The ginger beers been wed
Still UM ERS got the FIRM ONES
Ripe mellons that we're fed.Its boom boom boom
A broom under a frock
So shake a ginger beer
And squirt it in their ear
Its ride a cock horse
All jedi use the force
But once they're home in bed
They've lay 'er in their heads.Ear bashings
Dont like ear bashings
They said we're all just mupets
Who was that little puppet
Big Birds off with Ernie
The Count goes bats for 12
But once you're pushing 30
Could big ears free your Elves?
You know those under 12's
Cant stand ear bashings.

Got a mark to number
Aggregate and test
Counting down to none
They'll say it's for the best
A profiles worth a million
The ones that still Resist
Splice them on the phone line
Voice recognized, desist.Rerouted to exclusion
Examples none can miss.
Natures born to killers
Selling out for cheaper thrills.
Spin another rumor
Their strain shall not persist.
Can you hear them running,
A cog inside whose wheel
Can they catch you running
Would the feeling make it real.Do you see whose running
A slave to whose machine
Running for the zone
Running through the tears
Running out of something
Left Running out of years.
Run them round in circles
Left Run down in the streets.
Gotta keep on running
Gotta keep the pace
It's death at the heals
Gotta win this human race.Did you hear their crying
Do you care just how it feels
And When we see it through
Gonna Take them down for real
Their only answers why,
And its you they'd leave to die.
A silver stockings whisper
The sirens say they lied
A mule for the dictation
No sense just dedication.
As they run you out of time
Survival to the fittest
Miscast by their false witness
Run right out of nothing
Running from the starting gun.
Gotta keep on running
Gotta keep the pace
It's death at the heals
Gotta win this human race.With a sun to blind your eyes
They're running out of lies
Surf a wave that says your nothing
Your Nothing without you.
Buy another memory
Hide another year
Pretend that what they sell you
Is all it means to you.
They'll bleed you of compassion
Grind you up for fuel.
Neon mirrors for the scream
Subliminals for dreams
Dance you like a puppet
Say your nobodies fool
There's death at your heals
Gotta show them how it feels
It's due in their face.
Cos they'd run this human race.
Do you feel whose running
As your Run into the ground
An ounce of flesh to every pound
Final lap another round
do you hear your heartbeat
It's you they're gunning down
Gotta Find another breath
Cos the losers facing death
Do you want to hear their lies
Just Whose running all our lives
Running out of something
When they run out of lies.
Gotta keep on running
Gotta keep the pace
It's death at the heals
Gotta win the human race.

She’s our pretty witty nelly
the coal yard over smelly
For 6pence an Evenings Love
Troops the colours Lacy dove
At the feet of gods they fall.
Hers the extras curtain call.Let not poor Nelly Starve
Take those Mollies half and half
Drury lane snubbed Stellas looks
In The Battle of the Books
To pepys his poison quote
A bezoars antidotePretty Witty Nelly
Whose the armpits over smelly?
Was it they the Catholic whore
Spit roast and suckling for
Took swift to rump those whigs.
Would our Nelly take such pigs?
With Chelsea to the barrack
Knee trembled at the garret
Where a lapdog lay his gut
But a stag had couched his rut.Let Not poor Nelly Starve
Blue garter, crowned Scones Start
For the Roe his glimpse of calf,
Draw the curtains half n half
What the French had done for years
She’d bow the Hind to please
With champagne to fill a bath
How could poor nelly starve?
A lobster to her tease
Gallant pensions for a fee.Let not poor Nelly Starve
Uncloaked assassins desk bound scalf
Where the pepys once inked his quill
Could a woman play the fille?
Pray tell of fairest Hart
From her pillows finest arts.
For pretty witty nell
A posey for that smell
Black Deaths back in again
Pudding lanes the Merry Reign Our Pritty witty Nelly
At St Martins lays her belly
The Peninsulars worth a look
Two Chicks Prey where she shook
Chelsea alms whence flew Chafinch
Pass Buck Roundhead Greenwich
Not a word of Orange Mollies
For who would praise such courtly folly.Let not poor Nellys Starve
Keep them warm in finest scalves
And where that swain has shot his lot
Pray hide what Nelly got

.Kinder Gardeners

Jack Sprat could eat no fat
His wife had kept hers lean
And when she turned off all the lights
She'd use her bean machine.Little Miss muffet
Bucked roger a tuffet
Eating his curdled ways
Out fell a spider
He opened her wider
You'd never scare gipsies that way.Little Jacks corner
No dunce when he'd horner
Who'd Stick in a thumb
Passed cluedos old plum
With Angel delight
From Mr White
Whilst Cuting off ears
Eye fulled britaneys sheers
A trout with a mic
A key for the kite.They say it takes years
To shake off those fears
For Arsenic and lace
The records misplaced
They winked from a needle
Left crossed stitched spread eageled
Milked from an asp
For that golden of ass.Who'd gobble a fly?
perhaps they all lie
Or swallow a spider
To riggle inside her
Just Never say die,
It's better they lied.
Just my oh my, CBs they all tried
A convoys hardride, bonnie apes never mind.
Once their all inside she's sure to have cried.
Just never ask why, they still say she's shy.To kinder gardens
And radio days
They paddled away
For come what may
In flower beds
Where hearts were bled
To who they'd wed
Or rather see dead.
They Stand them in line
To teach them their crimes
And say they all fib
Once their out of the bibThey've a purple rose
For Pinochios nose
And billy goats gruff
A body heat snuff
With fires still a burning
The ritch say they're learning.
From sows ears to purses
The babes keep a hurting
Till the poor kids fill larders
Signed in hate, Must try harder,
When that cupboard is bare, you'll see who is fare
With a bah bah blacksheep to their savoir fare
Why that little dogs laughter
On those knees for whose father?
A Remote journeys disent,
Waltz a cowpats descent We saw them kill bambi
Heard they danced in the dandi
And how they slew babes
Just to sell them more candy.
With a hay diddle riddle
Roland rats left to fiddle
Once they've heared whats not said
All that mysteries dead
Now Where's that dish we all offered to spoon?
Lick that plate clean brains wired to their moon.